"It's me. Expect nothing less than success when it counts." Even though John himself had no clue if it would work or not and was actually expecting nothing more than abject failure. But it was all worth the risk, all worth the effort, and they're right in front of the door and about to go in.
He gives Marston a genuinely warm smile at the shoulder pat, and then waits as he pushes the door open. He's a bit shocked at how similar it feels in there to the rest of the hotel, nothing like the magic spike he expected from a sealed chamber full of secrets...
And then he sees why. "Bollocks, it's a goddamn break room." He stares in miserable shock for a moment, like he's expecting everything to change if he just eyes it enough. And then he closes the door behind them, locks it with a seal, and starts to examine everything. It's more comical than it would be sober, he's still wobbling a good deal and part of the way through he gets the great idea to pull out his flask and take a nip of what's in it. But despite his best efforts, it's all a normal mundane breakroom.
"All that bloody work for shit." He goes over to one of the vending machines, and seriously considers punching it. But the bulk of the booze in him is still leaning towards a good mood, despite how gutted he feels. So he saves his hand and keeps the noise down in the process, by just groaning and leaning his head against the glass.
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He gives Marston a genuinely warm smile at the shoulder pat, and then waits as he pushes the door open. He's a bit shocked at how similar it feels in there to the rest of the hotel, nothing like the magic spike he expected from a sealed chamber full of secrets...
And then he sees why. "Bollocks, it's a goddamn break room." He stares in miserable shock for a moment, like he's expecting everything to change if he just eyes it enough. And then he closes the door behind them, locks it with a seal, and starts to examine everything. It's more comical than it would be sober, he's still wobbling a good deal and part of the way through he gets the great idea to pull out his flask and take a nip of what's in it. But despite his best efforts, it's all a normal mundane breakroom.
"All that bloody work for shit." He goes over to one of the vending machines, and seriously considers punching it. But the bulk of the booze in him is still leaning towards a good mood, despite how gutted he feels. So he saves his hand and keeps the noise down in the process, by just groaning and leaning his head against the glass.
Which gives him an idea. "You hungry?"