-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

[talentforlying]

John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually.

A call and a bribe to get a same-day delivery of a few giant bottles of Culligan and a water cooler from the mainland, a trip over the Causeway to the YMCA for a godsdamned shower with water and a shopping trip for the appropriate accouterments...

It was getting on towards dinner time by the time once he was back and had everything he needed. The door to his flat was propped open, text messages reading my fucking taps are running absinthe come fucking help me enjoy it, music on and food available.

Fuck yeah Constantine was indulging. And no, he wasn't lighting his sugar cubes on fire, that shit was for showy amateurs.

[OOC: Open post! If you think you got a text, you did, or feel free to stumble over Constantine's Bad Choices.]

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[talentforlying]

"Supposedly some saint of one of the major religions drove all the snakes out of a country, so they gave him his own holiday after he died. Started out as a religious feast day to try and seduce the locals into the religion, now the Americans have turned it into an excuse to wear green and get wasted and it doesn't actually have anything to do with anything."

[futurespacemom]

"Oh." Hera thought about it and shrugged, grinning. "Well, Kanan's well on his way to drunk, and I think I've got the green handled."

[talentforlying]

"And the loveliest shade of green in the room, no doubt," he said, giving her a little half-bow. "Don't worry, I won't make you drag him back up the stairs if he passes out, that's what my couch is for."

[futurespacemom]

"Thank you, sir," Hera said with a grin and a bow back. "And don't worry - half the fun of it will be dumping ice water on him in the morning. Assuming we have water to waste."