Jaqueline 'Jax' Creedy // John Constantine (DC) (jaxcreedy) wrote in utr_logs,
The hand not holding her drink shot up defensively. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to offend. It just kind of clicked. I'm slower than the rest of them, when it comes to all this, and not exactly a queen of tact. I just meant- as..." She struggled to find a masculine form of the word 'pretty' that didn't sound trite, and settled for waving a hand at his general person, "As you are, I am much more partial to the tits-and-hips model of the human condition. Getting the tingles when I look at you, and I'm only two drinks into the night, is kind of a red flag. It makes sense, if it's just... who you are,"
She sighed lightly, running a finger along the edge of her drink. "I also kind of know the look of someone needing a fix. 'Had that membership card long before I was sharing headspace with an alcoholic. I connected the wrong dots," Or at least ones he didn't want to admit to, John reminded her. "I was out of line. Just.. forget it, please?" She sounded genuine, and she was- it wasn't like she had some moral compulsion to avoid non-humans. Most of John's friends she remembered were non-humans. The whole memory of seeing a friend's ex-sanguinated body had the word 'vampire' occupying a pretty dark place in her mind, but then she was feeling pretty dark as it was. He'd made her smile, made her feel girlie, even if it was just a product of what he was; she owed him something for that, even if it was just a little understanding.