Who: Ciarin Tinney and John Constantine Where: Bryn's bar What: Sharing a drink and chatting When: Thursday night Rating: Low? Open: Closed Status: Ongoing John wasn't exactly sure where he was going but he learned his way around some of the station in the time he had been there. One of the places he had tried to find relatively early was the bar that had been recommended to him when he had arrived. Ciaran had recommended it for their meeting. A nice little neutral spot for both their sakes. John had a habit of getting into arguments with certain types of priest. He hoped Ciaran would not end up being that sort of priest. Judging from his sense of humour so far though, well things looked good at least.
John wore his usual brown trench coat, black trousers, and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His red tie was worn loose around his collar. He had a couple of small nicks on his face from shaving earlier in the day. Adapting to using things on the station was proving to be an annoyance. He should have picked up some things when he was in New York. At least, he should have picked up more than just booze and cigarettes. Razors would have been good... Going back was going to be a bit too risky.
Pushing that thought to the side, he walked into the bar and looked around, cigarette held between his lips.