Carol / Constantine
It probably felt that way because it was. Well, in a way. It wasn't like they hadn't openly flirted before. It wasn't like Carol hadn't fairly obviously dragged John upstairs on his birthday -- that first time, really. But this was different. They knew each other better now. It was more honest maybe.
And quite a bit more drunk.
"I got magics t'spare, me," he said with a little laugh, pleased for reasons he couldn't possibly express. "You jus' tell me when you wanna see 'em."
He tilted his head up, taking what was offered, even as he tightened his grip slightly on her waist, a flirty sort of squeeze. "Issit a competition?"