"You wanna get stuck in that fuckin' death trap, or do you wanna at least try the stairs." Even though he was stern, he was clearly enjoying himself, enjoying the company. The drunk man beside him wasn't the first reckless bastard whose crazy matched in pitch as his own, but he was the only living one he knew.
He could, if he felt like trying and cheating, do something similar to teleportation from landing to landing, but John didn't feel terribly... adventurous when it came to his powers and trying to use them drunk. He could maybe traverse a floor's worth of stairs, since they were headed to the second floor.
It was the second floor wasn't it? No. No it was definitely the second floor. "Right." He started onto the stairs. Hey, the first two were perfectly taken, and he took a look over his right shoulder to keep an eye on Constantine. "So we get up there, I'll pick the lock - or I'll just mist under the door, that usually works - n'we'll be in."
Lockpicking took effort and steady sight in addition to steady hands, one of which he didn't exactly have at the moment.
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He could, if he felt like trying and cheating, do something similar to teleportation from landing to landing, but John didn't feel terribly... adventurous when it came to his powers and trying to use them drunk. He could maybe traverse a floor's worth of stairs, since they were headed to the second floor.
It was the second floor wasn't it? No. No it was definitely the second floor. "Right." He started onto the stairs. Hey, the first two were perfectly taken, and he took a look over his right shoulder to keep an eye on Constantine. "So we get up there, I'll pick the lock - or I'll just mist under the door, that usually works - n'we'll be in."
Lockpicking took effort and steady sight in addition to steady hands, one of which he didn't exactly have at the moment.