And the more loitering are turned

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Who: Jonathan x_dilettante_x and Riful nomnomguts
Where: End of Marshal Street
When: Late Evening
Rating: R for delicious nommings of people
Summary: Sometimes, the most dangerous thing to a person is familiarity. It does go to say, familiarity breeds contempt- or in this case, a false sense of security. Jonathan has left his apartment to get some fresh air after a rather nice gathering of alcohol into his system.
the log: The apartment had become rather stuffy; and no amount of open windows had helped. So a small constitution about the area seemed to Jonathan a fine idea. Of course, considering how inebriated he currently was, the brilliance of that idea would come into question. For now though, he was enjoying the slight chill of the air against his alcohol fueled skin.

Pausing at an alley he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Maybe he was getting used to this place...

"Well...t-there's a wonderful t'ought."