"Unless there's another," Constantine agreed, easily slipping into the seat next to Q's and looking for all the world like he was a regular that belonged, already. "Just John. Or Constantine. Can't say I rate high enough for both at the same time, generally." Ordering a drink seemed more prudent than getting a good look around the place, so he did that first.
Once he was set with the one vice he could manage indoors (smoking laws, what a terrible chore to deal with), he glanced around, amused.