Who: Carol (mcu) and Constantine What: Chatting about it instead of adventuring, for once. Where: Carol’s bachelor pad When: Saturday Rating: Low? Maybe? Who knows?
Usually when Carol and John met up, it was either at the bar or the Doors because drinks and stupidly dangerous adventures were basically two of their favorite things in life. Or at least the things John knew about, anyway. And yeah, beyond that, sometimes they met up at his place or her for more mature things, like two perfectly consenting adults in a bizarre town of fifty or so were probably prone to do when there wasn’t much else to speak of in the ways of night life.
But he was pretty sure he’d never just stopped over for a visit before. Which was what this was going to be, no doubt because vague mentions of it’s healing fine didn’t exactly get Constantine’s engine running. Or whatever weird metaphor there was for not getting turned on when someone wasn’t in the best shape.
He was curious though, about what had happened. And, sort of, to make sure Carol was taking care of it properly. Well, of herself properly. They were friends, after all.
So he let himself in, through the entrance of Pancho’s and then up the stairs to Carol’s, making sure to not let any hell cat out on the way. “Still alive?” He called out, adjusting his tie before wandering further in.