John Constantine can teach you about magic. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _constantine_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Liquid courage and self esteem was a must at a party where a hot tub and strangers were both involved at the same time. It just wasn't the same as fucking off with some mates, after all. But John was pretty confident and Claire was bloody gorgeous so he didn't see the problem.
And, well, if there was a problem, he'd just hex them. John was good for that, at least.
"One of those comin' up," he agreed, "And don't worry. No one'll say anything. Not word or whistle. Meet you there, huh?" He probably should have dressed more accordingly, but a pair of boxers were going to have to do -- maybe he'd keep the oxford too, depending how comfortable his new (old) friend was.
He returned with two drinks and a lit cigarette. "Check this out," he said of the tub which was somehow on the roof and -- frankly was a hell of a lot more grandiose than what he had going on in his house. "What's it take to get one of these on my roof?"