[John is almost angry at the joke. Partially because if he was less stressed out he would have absolutely beaten Lucifer to it. And John doesn't like that he's struggling to even find basic words right now. It's hard to focus on anything more than indignation now, the seething bile like anger that's filling him up is is nearly consuming him. It's a sickening feeling. And it's like he's stuck where he stands for a moment, drink and fury making one hell of a combination in his head.
Fuck this. Fuck Manny and his bullshit. Fuck hell. Fuck every goddamned aspect of this mess. Fuck his own shitty choices more than anything else but what was he supposed to do to change things so many of those times?
He needs to pull himself together. He tries to take in the scent and air around him, to think of the reason they're there, think of what little revenge he might be able to get if this goes well. It doesn't help, his attempts to calm himself are worthless now. He just can't.
Not on his own, anyway. So he grits his teeth, and makes himself look at Lucifer for a moment. The man is not someone John favors one bit, but he's there, and they have a common goal in the moment. So there's some strength and focus to be gleaned just from that. And he's finally able to take a breath. He's not alone and that helps.
Fancy that, using Satan himself to call down. How the might have fallen, truly.]
Do you really think he'll come out to face you? I don't think he's got it in him. [John thinks he might, actually. But if he's really that far gone, it won't be directly. No, he'll be looking for an opening, a way to turn the knife before either of them have the chance to. That's what John would do, anyway. But he doesn't really know Manny at all. So who knows how this will proceed.] We could always force his hand a little.
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Fuck this. Fuck Manny and his bullshit. Fuck hell. Fuck every goddamned aspect of this mess. Fuck his own shitty choices more than anything else but what was he supposed to do to change things so many of those times?
He needs to pull himself together. He tries to take in the scent and air around him, to think of the reason they're there, think of what little revenge he might be able to get if this goes well. It doesn't help, his attempts to calm himself are worthless now. He just can't.
Not on his own, anyway. So he grits his teeth, and makes himself look at Lucifer for a moment. The man is not someone John favors one bit, but he's there, and they have a common goal in the moment. So there's some strength and focus to be gleaned just from that. And he's finally able to take a breath. He's not alone and that helps.
Fancy that, using Satan himself to call down. How the might have fallen, truly.]
Do you really think he'll come out to face you? I don't think he's got it in him. [John thinks he might, actually. But if he's really that far gone, it won't be directly. No, he'll be looking for an opening, a way to turn the knife before either of them have the chance to. That's what John would do, anyway. But he doesn't really know Manny at all. So who knows how this will proceed.] We could always force his hand a little.