Claire Temple / John Constantine
Claire ordered enough to get Constantine tipsy -- well. He'd already been a little buzzed but he kept on going because this was a night that needed a bit of an inward spin to it. Sometimes it was just necessary to take the edge off.
And christ, there was an edge to take off.
But. If John was good at anything, it was his ability to internalize and brush aside angst, so he decided to just ... let it be for now. To enjoy the night, the sights, the company.
It was -- maybe a little surprised when she kissed him. But. Not in a bad way. Not in a way that didn't have him leaning down a bit more and kissing her back. She had soft lips, and a sharp bite behind it.
"Practically magic," he said with a grin and went back for seconds, pulling her in closer. Hey. If mistakes were going to happen, he might as well get a turn, too.