"As long as we're clear on that." Strangely enough being called a dick made John feel better, enough to pull a smile onto his sour face. So long as he wasn't teetering off into 'too friendly' territory. There was something of a reputation to uphold and once people thought you actually gave a shit they walked all over you. Call it cynical but John just called that the truth.
"I take it you've been doing this for some time then, Katou." Enough to know how to pull drinks without question, bum cigarettes from the perfect looking crab at the table. One who had the right shred of care to share without engaging. Though what had Constantine confused was why the young man was alone. He could have sworn the purpose for going out to do illegal things was to do it with friends. Unless of course you were a sorry shit like him who came to drink alone in a place you'd sooner or later be forced to converse with. "Usually works better in groups. No mates out with you to have your back?"
Kid was far too young to just be out drinking publically for the sake of it. Or was that the new modern thing now? Share the grief, take a pic, put it on an app.