Claire | Constantine
It wasn't like Claire was a 'bad girl' like some of the girls from school, she didn't run away or steal thing or anything like that. But she did go to parties, when you had to look after yourself a lot of the time, she figured she'd earned it. Also it wasn't like she hosted the parties while her mom worked or anything, so she was really pretty much an angel. But in Hells Kitchen things got plenty wild and this party seemed kind of cute in comparison.
It was like a weight lifted off her shoulders she hadn't even known was there. Because Constantine knew her and she nodded as she brought the beer up to her lips to take a sip. Her eyes found Peter's across the room and they looked at each other and everything was okay, Claire knew it. "I'm Claire," she said as she looked back at John. "That's Peter," because that seemed important too even if he was busy with something else. "We live in a house down there and it's super weird because I'm supposed to live with my mom, but-" she shrugged. "I feel like I know you."