Title: A Random Scene at Midnite's
Fandom: Constantine
Characters/Pairings: John Constantine, Balthazar
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A bar scene. *evil grin* Post movie.
Author's Note: I realize this isn't stellar, but sometimes it helps to just write it out and edit later.

John sat at his usual bar stool at Midnite's, ignoring the stares he was getting from the demons there. He didn't care. He didn't. He saved the entire freaking world and every demon wanted to kill him for it! He saved the world, couldn't even go back to Heaven, and everyone was making him be the bad guy. Fucking demons, he thought bitterly as he drummed his fingertips on the box of cigarettes he purchased a few minutes ago from the 7-11 on the corner. No, the liquor store where Hennessey died and the angel who ran the place did nothing. Some world you've saved, here, John. Even more people want to kill you now. Good job. He turns his head as someone sits down on the stool next to him and he tilts his head. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Didn't you give up smoking?" Balthazar asks, with an arched eyebrow. "I could have sworn I heard about you doing that from Ella."

"I think you have to explain how you came back before I explain myself," John says.

Balthazar laughs, shaking his head. "Still the same, Johnny boy? Can't even save the world to possibly grow a different personality? Shame."

"I saw you die," John says.

"Correction," Balthazar says. "You saw one of my bodies die. You did not see my soul die."

John blinks as drinks are placed down in front of both of them. He had his rum and coke, while Balthazar has his damned vodka and tonic. "You still died."

"Demons have the ability to come back, Johnny boy. Didn't you learn anything in demon hunting school, or were you sick that day?" Balthazar asks as he sips at his drink.

"What do you want, Balthazar?" John asks, growing annoyed at the conversation. He didn't show it though, that was something he learned very quickly from the fighting. Emotions have no place when speaking or fighting with a demon. He had shown emotion in letting Ella live. He should have just killed her when he had the chance, but perhaps she would think less of that now.

"Just to see how you are doing, Johnny," Balthazar says with a grin. "And I did want a drink. It is still a free country where I can take a drink next to someone I want to kill."

"I guess so, considering I feel the same way about you," John says.

"Ah, but you did kill me. So next time, I will be killing you," Balthazar says with a very satisfied grin. He downs the rest of his drink and stands up gracefully. "This is where I leave you....oh, and have a match on me," he says as he drops a match book on top of John's new smokes. He turns and walks away, seeming very happy with himself.

"Fucker," John says under his breath. He does unwrap his new pack and lights up. "Just one," he mutters to himself.

Ella watches from her own table, a smirk upon her face. She knew that John couldn't have just one and that her husband is back where he does belong. She gets up and goes over to Balthazar, taking his hand as she moves close to him, never about to let him go again.