Claire Temple / John Constantine
"Sorry, I'm fresh out of minutes," Claire said, acting like maybe she was sorry as she placed the cigarette between her lips.
But as she leaned in to light it she watched the flame dip and looked up at him, at the look on his face and- shit. Well wasn't that just a dick move on both Peter and Carol's part, huh? Claire cupped his hand and lit the cigarette, she'd be impressed by his magic trick later. "Can I get another round?" She called to the bartender. "Make it two for my friend here."
And they had another round. They had two and Claire was good at not talking about it, because they were in Vegas and who wanted to dwell on something like that? Not her, nope, no way. After another few drinks she got a little sick of sitting and dragged him out into the warm night air.
The Bellagio Fountain was more beautiful in person and it drew her closer and she grasped his hand to tug him along. They reached the barrier and Claire leaned back against it, digging around in her pocket for a coin. When she found one she tossed it in the air and caught it again before closing her eyes and tossing it over her shoulder.
Behind her there was the sound of a splash as it hit the water and she opened her eyes again, a smile spreading across her face. "Look at that, wishes coming true," Claire said as she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.