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[johnfuckingconstantine]

Ah, what a lovely day for a resurrection.

Just don't leave me hangin' like you did the black haired one, aye?

Me poor heart can only take so much multi-versal break, luv.

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/dying at sod off you wanker

[artista]

Come on John, I'm sure you can charm your way into sticking around.

seemed pretty fitting :p

[johnfuckingconstantine]

Zed, what a sight for sore eyes. [ he's going to promptly ignore your entire comment and light a cig ]

it's perfect!

[artista]

John. ( wow, is that a compliment john? ) It's good to see you.

Awe, shucks c:

[johnfuckingconstantine]

[ Don't get ahead of yourself, luv. You mentioned charm, after all. ] Hard to be any prettier than this face right here, innit.

[artista]

Do you really want me to answer that?

[johnfuckingconstantine]

Are you saying there's something wrong with my face, luv?

[artista]

( haha. nice try john, zed isn't going to compliment your face. even if it is a nice face. )

I'm not saying anything.

[johnfuckingconstantine]

That's not necessarily true now is it? [ He just leans in a little over that ever conveniently places table ] I mean, if we're speaking literal.

[ Jackass ]

[artista]

( john, you are the actual worst. and nope, no way you are getting zed to admit to anything. so she's just going to look back at you with raised eyebrows, a 'oh really?' smile and a tilted head - pretty much just offering up a challenge. )

John 'THE WORST' Constantine

[johnfuckingconstantine]

[ It's been said. A quiver on his lips. He can play silent. Challenge accepted. ]

he needs THAT on his business cards

[artista]

( she's just going to lean back and look at you john. she's smirking slightly. )

What, it wasn't there? Could have sworn...

[johnfuckingconstantine]

[ Try him, luv. He pulls over a tray and lights another smoke off the one on his lips now before leaning his chin on his palm. ]