Birthday Boy | OTA (MW)
Adventuring with Stephen Strange had been -- well. Strange. And not without a good deal of amusement and action. They'd gotten what they (well, Strange, but John wasn't any kind of against drugs) had come for, some kind of alien pot so far as he could tell, and he was ready to roll what would probably be some fantastic spliffs later tonight.
It'd taken a long time after all. And it was his birthday, so he figured he ought to enjoy what little was left of it.
He'd been promised shots by Carol, and he was going to make good on that one.
Mind, when he stepped into Pancho's, John Constantine had very much not expected streamers, balloons or a sign wishing him a happy whatever birthday.