Constantine - the park
Sometimes there was just nothing for it -- John Constantine did normal, everyday person things. It was awful and strange and just felt wrong. But look, sometimes his dog deserved attention and a chance to run around with other dogs. Who was John to deny Chas such simple pleasures?
So, there he was. Sitting on a park bench, wearing a trench coat that was too hot for the current weather (and not caring. It was a really cool coat), chain smoking and boredly watching his dog run around in crazy little circles. How any one dog found its' own tail so interesting, he might never know.