Pam wrapped her arm around John's waist without a second thought. She smiled at him, noting he cleaned up as nicely after their blood blath as the bar. The place was well-stocked and ready to open. Invitations were sent to every who's who of the supernatural community, including one of the few interesting humans, Mr. Marcone.
She swung back under the fake, Louisianne porch front to drap both arms over Constantine's shoulders. "Will you do me a favor if you're feeling up to it?"