Peter B | Claire
Maybe he was a little old for dancing, and maybe he'd just told Constantine that he didn't dance, but then there was Claire. And well if anyone could make him a liar he thought maybe it was her. For the moment though he wasn't in a hurry to do anything more than stand near her, to enjoy the fact that she was feeling well again and that they were out here enjoying a night like this.
"I can't believe it's been a month since our last party," Peter said with a laugh, "Guess that sickness really took it out of all of us." And then following that up with a werewolf attack on the town and Claire's own illness there hadn't been time for any other celebrating last month.
"For a while there were were having parties every other week or so." He told her. "Gotta say I don't mind this sort." He told her. "Less work than the first one that we had back at the bar, gives me time to enjoy the night a bit more."