Aw, missin' out! [ john tuts lightly, though it's not without a slight chuckle; he's kidding at least, there. besides, as gross as it might objectively be, the mental image of radioactive green puke is somehow funny. ] And oooh, don't get me wrong— it's pretty bad! But if I'm gonna be confessin' my sins and all, may as well reap a proper punishment too while I'm at it, you get me?

[ haha. ]

[ the bartender slides him his (appropriated dyed) shot; john's quick in knocking it back. the glass gets replaced on the counter with a light clatter, and he can properly turn his attention back to his reluctant comrade. ]

So, all right, Heigo. Heigo. Got a question for you. It's real serious, all right? [ unfortunately, while john might be capable of it sober, he can't quite properly school his face into an expression of solemnity to match this allegedly serious question. his smile twists, presses into a thin line. and after a moment of allowing those (very serious!) words sink in, his eyebrows lift with an affirmative nod. ] You ready?