"You're not me, though, are you?" John answered with a smirk of entertainment. "Never met a god or demon that didn't make me want to fuck with them - just a little bit," he told Enzo with more than a little pride.
He gave a nod of satisfaction and headed out the doors, "so how's your day been so far? Can't tell a lie, the other night's a little blurry, but it was fun. Didn't expect the first person I bumped into would be another Brit living abroad, it was a pleasant surprise," John said as he led the way towards the bar in question. "Here we go, mate," he said as he pushed open the doors and was delighted to be greeted with what looked like... well... a pub. Not a shamrock in sight and beer on tap, which gave off all the right vibes. "Who knew, eh?" he said looking at Enzo in amusement. "Pint, or are we heading straight to the shorts tonight?" he asked as he went towards the bar to order.