Who: John Constantine, Nyx Ulric What: Going through Carol’s stuff. That’s awkward! Where: Carol’s - above Pancho’s. When: October 3rd
Not to dredge up old wounds, he’d said, but let’s go through all of your ex-girlfriend’s shit. You know? The woman who you broke up with because she emotionally cheated on you and then made it your fault? The one who disappeared a few days after that?
That one?
Nyx was a good sort, but he was also a little bit of a tank stain.
John sighed to himself, swallowed back the drink he’d been sort of nursing in Pancho’s, since he’d shown up before the appointed meet up time, and then pushed the empty glass back toward Peter. Peter, who had probably at least somewhat gone through Carol’s things on his own, considering.
Considering. There was plenty to consider there, actually. But John didn’t let himself think on it too hard. He only stood up when Nyx walked through the door of the bar, and then shot Peter a passing wink. “Say hullo to the best nurse in town for me, would ya?” He murmured, before turning toward Nyx, straightened his tie. Time to get to the work of having some shit emotions for the day.