Who: Mazikeen and Constantine What: Having drinks and catching up. When: Monday night Where: The White Wyrm Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
It had been over a month since Mazikeen had spoken to Constantine. Between he craziness of Valentine's Day (in which Mazikeen giggled her way through like a school girl) and the truth virus from last week, a moment to reach out to John just never seemed to come up. Also, the news of Zantanna leaving Madison Valley didn't reach Mazikeen's ears till after the truth spell. There was absolutely no doubt in the demon's mind that Constantine was upset. Zantanna was his girl, the woman he loved, and with her departure, he probably just felt a bit more alone here. Mazikeen knew how upset she'd been when Eve had left her. Constantine probably felt much the same.
Besides, Constantine had listened to her about Lucifier and been there for her when no one else really had. That meant something to Mazikeen and when she invited him for a drink at the Wyrm, she intended to do the same. She could very well be an epic bitch and a violent femme fatale, but right now? Mazikeen intended to be a friend to someone who had been there for her. While she wasn't always the best at being a friend, she did try hard when the opportunity arose. This was clearly one of those times when she had to step up to the plate despite how daunting human behavior could often be for Mazikeen to engage in.
Spotting him as he entered the bar, Mazikeen gave him a wave and patted the stool next to her playfully. "About time you showed up. I thought I was going to have to throw half the bar out to keep this stool free for you. Not that I would mind a little violence with my alcohol. Kind of makes it taste better actually."