As V floated in the space between 'drunk' and 'sobering up' the usual hardness of his expression had melted away and all that was left was a melancholic exhaustion. For the time being any jokes he made, any chuckle he gave: it was all half-hearted. His good dreams were about Mikoshi and confused hi as to what was reality and what wasn't, his nightmares were... Well, they kept him up at night.
"Just give 'im hell next time, yeah?" A pause for a moment, then a sigh. "Bein' honest, though, he's a fuckin' prick, but not like he did it on purpose. Gonk tried to even put me back in my own body at the end, but I didn't let 'im." Not that it really mattered either way, really. It wasn't Johnny's fault what happened anymore than it was V's. V just got the short stick in that draw despite Johnny's best efforts and V would be remiss if he didn't acknowledge that. Still hard to really be chill with it all, though. The despair of what happened still lived in V's chest and it was easiest to be mad at Johnny than to admit that there was really nobody to blame.
The comment about taking a bullet for V would have made him chuckle any time else, but it just made him frown now. That's what had happened and the weight of it was on his shoulders. It was yet another thing that wasn't necessarily something that he was actually at fault for, but he should have tried to talk Jackie out of the job, he should have known better than to go for it. There was a certain point that things were just too good to be true, and the perfect setup for a high stakes job was definitely one of those things. "Next time I'll be takin' the bullet for you. You already did for me, I owe ya one." It was meant to be light, a joke, but it just sounded tired.
He's dead silent as Jackie speaks on how they're ghosts and he's quiet for some time after, eventually reaching for the bottle. He checks how much is left and seems to seirously consider finishing the rest of it - a bad call given how much was left. He apparently decided he was too far on the 'sobering up' side of things and took what would count as probably three or four drinks. Impressive on some level, given it's straight tequila he's drinking. Perhaps his only saving grace is putting the bottle back down between them rather than decided to keep hold of it.
"I got these dreams that I'm still in Mikoshi. They're so much how it was that I struggle with what's real. And surely this is real, right? But it's hard, too, because you were dead, 'n here you're not." V frowned, turning his head to look at Jackie numbly. "Don't think I mind bein' a ghost, but can't keep on not knowin' what to believe. Can't keep not knowin' what's real." This might be why he wasn't eating, mixed in with no small amount of depression run rampant.
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"Just give 'im hell next time, yeah?" A pause for a moment, then a sigh. "Bein' honest, though, he's a fuckin' prick, but not like he did it on purpose. Gonk tried to even put me back in my own body at the end, but I didn't let 'im." Not that it really mattered either way, really. It wasn't Johnny's fault what happened anymore than it was V's. V just got the short stick in that draw despite Johnny's best efforts and V would be remiss if he didn't acknowledge that. Still hard to really be chill with it all, though. The despair of what happened still lived in V's chest and it was easiest to be mad at Johnny than to admit that there was really nobody to blame.
The comment about taking a bullet for V would have made him chuckle any time else, but it just made him frown now. That's what had happened and the weight of it was on his shoulders. It was yet another thing that wasn't necessarily something that he was actually at fault for, but he should have tried to talk Jackie out of the job, he should have known better than to go for it. There was a certain point that things were just too good to be true, and the perfect setup for a high stakes job was definitely one of those things. "Next time I'll be takin' the bullet for you. You already did for me, I owe ya one." It was meant to be light, a joke, but it just sounded tired.
He's dead silent as Jackie speaks on how they're ghosts and he's quiet for some time after, eventually reaching for the bottle. He checks how much is left and seems to seirously consider finishing the rest of it - a bad call given how much was left. He apparently decided he was too far on the 'sobering up' side of things and took what would count as probably three or four drinks. Impressive on some level, given it's straight tequila he's drinking. Perhaps his only saving grace is putting the bottle back down between them rather than decided to keep hold of it.
"I got these dreams that I'm still in Mikoshi. They're so much how it was that I struggle with what's real. And surely this is real, right? But it's hard, too, because you were dead, 'n here you're not." V frowned, turning his head to look at Jackie numbly. "Don't think I mind bein' a ghost, but can't keep on not knowin' what to believe. Can't keep not knowin' what's real." This might be why he wasn't eating, mixed in with no small amount of depression run rampant.