~~~Napkins~~~
While the rest of the horsemen sat there with Victoria, Pestilence couldn't help but feel... A bit out of place, even for himself. Sure. He got to smoke inside of a Starbucks, with the "hello-my-name-is-________" behind the counter almost looking at him, but, even he could acknowledge his rather... Different state of present, that could very well give him and the rest of them away.
"Well, if ya'll could grant me a pardon," he said ducking out of the conversation to go to the John and... Well... Quite frankly wash off all the adolescent blood from his arms and hands.





