John brought the glass up to his lips and paused as Crowley began to talk. It sounded like he was pretty drunk already. Or forgetful. Or both. He smiled to himself, and knocked back the drink, placing the glass down on the bar top. He turned around to face the stranger, and leaned forward slightly.
"John Constantine. Occultist, Exorcist, Demonologist and master of the dark arts" he replied. "So who are you then? Haven't seen you around here before" he said, turning to grab the bottle, along with the glass. He placed the cigarette between his lips, and stood up, taking himself over to where the strange man was sitting. "And besides. Only pretentious wankers sit around wearing sunglasses indoors..."
Something about the strange man was making the thick hairs on his arm stand up on edge. There was something familiar about it him that he couldn't quite place. And as uncomfortable as things felt, he was sticking around to get to the bottom of things. Besides, a distraction was welcome.