Johanna Constantine & Doc Holliday
Speed fucking dating. Johanna knew what it was, sure. If she had any choice in the matter she wouldn't do it. She was pretty certain she knew who had put her name in the hat. His motives could be any number of things. Since he was the male version of her, she knew pretty much all of them...and John was dead.
So why did she come if she thought this whole thing was dumber than a nun in lingerie? Because she knew if the roles were reversed there'd be a spell involved to make her go. Johanna didn't want to deal with that.
And was that fucking Lucifer playing the piano?! Bloody hell! No pun intended. If that bloke was here she wasn't even going to try to light up a cigarette. For all she knew he was security and she'd much rather not draw attention to herself, thanks. So scotch it was. Lots of scotch.
The man who sat down across from her wasn't hard on the eyes. Then he spoke. Was that accent for real? Johanna took a long taste of her scotch. "What makes you think I know what to do?" Pause. "Cowboy."