Claire | Constantine
John meant what he said and she figured he said what he meant and not to mention the boys there weren't like the boys at home, the kind that sniffed around in a way that made you want to carry pepper spray. They were more interested in each other on the whole and Claire seemed to think it was better that way. Meeting him there was good, she was already in the water when he approached with her drink and a cigarette in his mouth.
Her mom would be so mad.
"You just have to ask me nicely," she said with a smile as she kicked a little water in his direction before reaching for her drink. Juice and liquor was better than beer, that was for sure.
Claire leaned over the edge, drying her hand on his shirt before she held her hand out for the cigarette. "Sharesy?"