He respected anyone who needed a drink in order to face a new and confusing day. John had sure as hell had enough of those mornings in his life! "Why not grab a drink to go?" he answered as he snapped together the clips of his bag with a satisfying metallic clunk. "Sooner we get out there the sooner we find out what's trying to murder us this time," he said with a raised eyebrow. "It's actually refreshing to find someone else who knows this whole thing is a total setup."
Constantine waited until Klaus had taken his fill and headed for the front doors of the lobby and out into the sugary air. "Going to need to shower for days to get the stickiness off my skin," he said with a good-natured grumble. "Shall we?" he said gesturing towards the path made of...chocolate rocks? He wasn't going to try them, given how many people had walked this way previously. "So what do you fancy? Other than the booze," John said with a grin Klaus' way. "The mountain path, or whatever the fuck that is?" he asked gesturing towards the garish mass of coloured sugar. "Reminds me of a bad rave I went to," John said with a wince.