No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

July 3rd, Friday night
Stumbling homewards along the bank of the river

I am not sure who is helping who to walk; Iago helping me or me helping Iago. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to grab him and take him over to La Fee Verte ... but he was mopey and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Admittedly, I don't have the best track record with good ideas. We got drunk on absinthe. Then I thought it would cheer him up ever more, so we went to see the show at The Grindhouse. Then Daiyu happened. Before I could say 'boo', we were back in her trailer, chasing the dragon. What happened next is still rather fuzzy. I am pretty sure we didn't have sex, with either her or each other, but I am pretty sure we got a private viewing of her contortion act.

But now my head just hurts, and Iago's giggling madly and stumbling over his own feet, and I may just need to sleep this off.  Maybe I just want to get back inside....

Shake my head to make that crawling feeling go away.  I'm being silly, it's not like I am out alone, after all.  Iago is babbling something about his cousins, and I can't follow any of it.  "You are an absolute mess, do you know that?" I say, half sighing, half laughing. "Granted, I am an absolute mess too." We both stumble and barely keep each other from going down face first into the river.

"We are never telling Glass about this, right?"

(open to Iago and Marbas and Kaeli)

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I am about to knock the fool unconscious when Lucien gets his second wind and comes after me. Good, now he's agitated and not thinking rationally at all.

His body slams into mine, and we go down. As we do, I reach my boot, and when we land, I let gravity take it's terrible course. As we land, Lucien lands right on my knife, and I feel the give of flesh, the warm ooze of blood on my hand.

Lucien winces at the pain, and his face registers that, and a bit of surprise. Meet his eyes again, and give him a smile.

"Believe me when I tell you this is not personal, Doctor Constantine." I whisper, then I roll him, pull the dagger from his chest, and then bury it in his gut, twisting it hard. Should only take him minutes to bleed out, if that. But just to be sure, I pull the blade out and raise my arm again, aiming for his neck this time.