Kitty: *dusting off her paws, wiping her lips* Thanks for liberating me, Lucy.
Gust: *rolls his eyes, slobbering over a brick jammed in his mouth*
Nick: *reloading his revolver, pauses then glances at Hancock* You in?
John: She's all yours, Romeo. I'll hold the fort.
Kitty: Aren't you still messed up?
John: All this excitement has woken me up abit. Dunno how long it'll last, mind you.
Nick: *hesitates but then hands John the Soaker* Use it sparingly.
John: Once again, Valentine. You have your methods, I have mine.
Kitty: *spawns a portal* Go get 'em, Tiger.
Nick: *steps through, face like thunder*
John: *turns to Kitty*
Kitty: *sharpening her claws*
John:...Wanna get fucked up?
Kitty: Completely, utterly, abysmally beyond-scientifically-implausible wrecked, trashed and shit-faced.
John: Can you...?
Kitty: *spawns a case of white wine and a generous bottle of Old Rosie - hands him the cider*
John: *takes a swig* Mmmm. This should do me. Want anything? *glances at Gust*
Gust: *indecipherable bitching*
Kitty: Ignore him *poofs a wine glass into her hand and begins to pour* I did have plans to drag Bravo in on these next couple of chapters. Looks like I'll be dumping his carcass into the nearest active volcano instead.
John: *waves dismissively* No you wont. You'll tussle with him, get frustrated, then curl up on Nick's lap with a bottle of scotch.
Gust: *chuckles but it sounds like a chimpanzee guffawing whilst trying to drink thick porridge*
Kitty: Shut up! *sighs* Can I tell you something?
John: What?
Kitty: You ever had, a um... A problem with killing someone?
John: The first is usually the trickiest.
Kitty: Oh fuck off. Do I look like the type to have performance anxiety?
John: *shrugs and drinks* Point taken. Maybe it's another of those side affects you mentioned.
Kitty: Oh yeah. Rehv did mention something about immunity from Kitty Zappy Zap Maul Rage. Gust may have given him a hex bag or something. Or else I'd track his ass and spawn him into the centre of the earth out of spite.
Gust: *rolls his eyes and rattles at the cuffs, trying to indicate towards his wrist*
Kitty: *scowls at him as she sips her wine* Sigil. Got it.
Gust: *he cheerily gives a thumbs up gesture, despite still being bound*
John: I'm sure you'll forget why you're pissed off after a couple more bottles.
Kitty: *downs her glass, licking her lips* That's the goal anyway.
John: Shall we continue with this shit?
Gust: *eyes widen as he shakes his head rather vigorously*
Kitty: Aye. It passes the time.
Thinking about what she was saying
John: [As James] Which was rare enough as is, for me!
Kitty: Nah. Its different when he's obsessed with someone, remember?
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