Carol / Constantine
"Yeah, think we should. I don't think everyone here is drunk enough to forget me going down on you on the dancefloor," She was staring into his eye with that devilish grin,, but her free hand had slid from his neck and down his front, purposely squeezing him through his trousers before winking and turning to head back toward Pancho's, drink in hand and making her way through the crowd eagerly.