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He hadn't felt that good in years, that sweet bliss, like nothing mattered. As he infused the thick purple smoke, like Alice and the caterpillar John got lost, his legs wobbled as he tried to keep standing. He followed Reina, barely able to see her back as she walked towards the unknown. A tavern, people like him everywhere, in need, broken, addicted. He chuckled, finding his situation hilarious. He had worked so hard just to ruin everything in just a few seconds. He couldn't think about that though, not now, he was too happy. 

John barely managed to sit in the old worn out stools of the vampire filled tavern, everything around him shaking in a very funny way. He looked at his companions, ordering drinks and heard the clashing of glass, filled to the brim. Without even realizing it he was drinking. The taste of the ale, cold and rich on his tongue while his whole body felt so light. Ah, this feeling, he had longed for it for so long.