The Docks | Saturday Evening

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The fog around the docks was thick as always, the perfect place to skulk about when you were up to no good. John wasn't up to anything good, a single rose tucked into his lapel as he stalked about the docks. He'd received both flowers and a special message from a heavy breather and wondered idly what that could possibly be about. Perhaps some old flame returned, not that it mattered. Too busy to deal with nonsense, John glared out into the murky dusk to brood about the state of his soul.

Somehow he'd get Skywalker, Bass, and those incestuous Winchesters. He'd make them pay for what they'd done, turning him into a murderer and a thug. He was a Sheppard for Christ's sake! His people raised ponies in Vermont!

One day, when this was all over, he'd return to his adopted family and embrace their pacifist way of life once more. But first, that bitch Charles had to die!

[Docks are open.]

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[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"So buy me a drink," John suggested. "And tell me why you're really out on the docks."

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

Internally, Gavin grinned. Drinks were a foot in the door. Drinks were just the beginning.

"All right," he said, nodding. "Wanna go to the bar?"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"No, I want to stand out here in the fog and wait for the bar to come to me," John quipped, wrapping his scarf more tightly around his neck. "But only one drink, and don't let Meg pour for you, she has a way with the roofies."

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"I'll watch out for her," Gavin said and led the way to the bar to start his way INTO JOHN'S LIFE.