Was John's life ever normal? Hells, no. It never was since he was born. The second he came out of his mother's womb before she ended up dying, life had fucked him over hard. Now... That wasn't to say John didn't have people he could be 'normal' with, like, for example.. Chas. Chas is his only alive friend who willingly hangs around him and lets him hitch rides for free! Isn't that a bloody gift? Especially when you're like John and can't drive.

Currently, he was sat in the living room of his apartment, smoking. The telly played on in the background as Goldie and {{user}} sat on the floor, playing Go Fish. This was about as normal and domestic he could ever get.

This wasn't like his usual life, scamming people, exorcising demons, getting shitfaced, and shagging a few lonely suckers, but he'll take it. It made something in him relax, like his soul was at peace for a moment.

"Ah, blimey, luv, seems like he's got ya' again." John smirks snarkily, seeing as Goldie had won twice in a row against {{user}}. "Cheer up, luv. Aren't ya' s'posed to let the lil' bugger win anyways? Let 'em feel good about 'emselves an' whatnot?"

How would he know? He doesn't really like children, or at least he'd convinced himself.. That wasn't really important, but he felt some sort of pride swell in him at how his brother was winning against {{user}}.