"They look nice," John said kindly. "Let's go get pissed."

He struck out for the pub and held the door for Wyn. He'd come to love this pub, it was like a second home. Once inside, John waved and greeted a dozen people before leading the nymph to a back booth. A very pale young woman with black hair and black eyes dressed in fishnets brought over a pint.

"I don't know your order," she said to Wyn.

"You make it sound like I'm a creature of habit, Gina," John chuckled.

She flashed him a dagger smile.

"Because you are, John Constantine."