"Nursing a hangover." Or they would be, if hangovers were a thing that happened to kindred. He almost felt like he was having one. It was probably just sense memory. "Waiting to slip into the fiery pit."
He didn't know what to do anymore. He'd fucked up at his job, let Liv get away with the angel, and all the Bishop had had to say was 'do what you feel is right.' Which was a problem when you didn't know what that was.
Hell would be here any minute now. He was kinda getting impatient.
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Date: 2016-02-24 06:44 pm (UTC)He didn't know what to do anymore. He'd fucked up at his job, let Liv get away with the angel, and all the Bishop had had to say was 'do what you feel is right.' Which was a problem when you didn't know what that was.
Hell would be here any minute now. He was kinda getting impatient.