Who: John Constantine, Peter B and Claire Temple What: No ghosts allowed! Where: Constantine's House When: Sunday night
Showing up for their date Claire was dressed pretty much like she had been when she'd arrived in town, a collared shirt that came down to her thighs but at least this time she had underwear on. Between their house and John's she'd only seen one person who she simply smiled at and waved, who cared when your life was sometimes a horror film and you lived in a pocket dimension with a Spider Creep and a Wizard? Her life was something else. In her hand was the bottle of wine that had appeared for her, like by magic. The only reason she knew what it was was that one day drunk in a bar they'd been given a tour of the wine cellar and she'd seen it and the bartender, keen to get in her pants that night had told her about it. It'd cost about a years wage and while she'd gone home alone, she hadn't forgotten the wine.
Until tonight there hadn't been a reason to crack it open, they'd been too drunk to enjoy it, or too traumatized or too something. But tonight? Tonight she was dressed in business casual and John was making dinner and it was a red wine kind of night. Even if surely some wine snob was turning over in their grave about how Claire poured three large coffee cups full.
If she thought about it too hard the haunted house still bothered her, that creepy feeling that snuck into her spine and shivered down her arms. The only thing that actually helped was being with them, how that made her feel safe and then just forcing her mind onto other things. Like placing the mug into John's hand and pushing herself up to sit on the counter beside where he was prepping dinner. "Cheers then," she said as she held out a cup to Peter for him to take.