Bringing JC back... again. - SPN based, but generally fandom flexible. - 21+/MDNI. - ...blasphemous content. I cannot stress that enough. - Always open to banter and descriptive SLs. - DMs open for plotting. -MV, ships require chem. - Yet another face of #Raven.

Damn straight.

No. Nope. JC quickly swivels the cap off a fresh bottle of whiskey. He's not ready for this. Uh-uh. Nope. Twitches.

Cuddles his bottle of whiskey, taking a rapid series of swigs straight from the bottle. Mixed feelings about seeing... /him/ again... was putting it lightly.

He holds up a finger as if to say 'wait a second' before absolutely guzzling the alcohol like a fish in water. "...Judas. Hello. I'd call you my betrayer. What /else/ would I call you?"

I considered it, but now that /you/ said it, I'm glad I didn't. Hmph.

"You must've forgotten I was being /crucified/ when you did that. I was a /little/ preoccupied at that point to really lock it into my memory." Pause. Another gulp of the liquid. "...and yet, here you are."

You'll quickly learn that I'm no longer the man you knew me as. Rude just barely scratches the surface.

He flinches, dropping his gaze down to the bottle in his hands. "Don't call me that. I'm not... that, anymore." With a soft puff of air, he glanced up at him. "I know. You were just a pawn of my father's. How are you... here?"

He takes /another/ big gulp from the bottle before hesitantly holding it out towards the other. "Recent?" Father, he hated that frown. He always had. Seeing Judas smile had meant everything to him, once upon a time. But that frown made more and more appearances by the end.

He nods slowly bringing the bottle back to his lips. This was going well, so far. But in true alcoholic fashion, any excuse to drink was a good excuse. "I know... I–" he sucks in a shaky breath. Hesitant. "I'm not /over/ it. But it's good t' see you."

Casually wonders if it would be considered autocannibalism if he had a piece.

Sneezes.

He brings a half empty bottle of bourbon to his lips, gulping down some of the dark liquor with a small wince at the burning in his throat. It's been a particularly long month for him.

Shifts around a bit, doing his best to air out his shirt. "Hotter than th' devil's taint today. Fuck."