Claire Temple / John Constantine
"Absolutely not," she said as she glanced across at him. But it wasn't creepy dude number seventy five, Claire knew his face even if they hadn't had much to do with one another besides being neighbors. "Just spreading the good word," she told him as she added her empty shot glass to the little stack she was building. A stack of victory.
Great. She was the one you saw with Pete. That was great, just lovely. "That's me, Spider Creep's sidekick," Claire said as she watched him tap out a cigarette. Obviously she'd had just enough to drink to think that was a good idea and not enough to throw up about it. "Can I get one of those?"