Author's Note: Found this little scene on my laptop while having a clear-out and thought I might as well share it - it must be from years back. I'm still cross the show got cancelled because Matt Ryan was excellently cast!
Perspective
Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.
- Marcus Aurelius
"I said try to blend in," John Constantine sighed, plucking a cigarette free from a fresh pack and tucking it in the corner of his mouth as he took in the somewhat offended look on the face of his longest surviving friend.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with how I look? What's wrong with how I look?"
That drew a smirk, though the answer had to wait until he'd sparked up and taken a long drag. "Chas, man, you look like someone's dad," Constantine said, with a nod for the nearest passing member of the fairer sex, before tilting his head back and exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Still, at least we'll be sure of a lift home if this all goes tits up."
"And I suppose you, on the other hand, look-"
"Like a cross between a dashing exorcist in his prime and a sex god? Kind of you to notice. Now, if we really intend to find out what's behind the possession of a string of otherwise delectable young ladies, we should be heading inside. So where the hell is- Bugger me!"
Turning to look in the direction in which his usually unflappable companion was none-too-subtly gawping, even Chas's eyes widened. "I'll see that and raise you a holy shit!"
"Did ... Did you know she had legs like that? Like all the way up to ..." Constantine gestured helplessly to somewhere level with his neck, then loosened his tie some more while he was at it.
By the time she'd reached them, in something barely there that seemed more like a shimmer of gold than anything as substantial as an actual dress and killer heels that put a little sashay he'd never noticed before in her walk, he'd fought to get a grip and blatantly gave her an appreciative once-over. From that mane of rich dark curls, to those enticing curves and the aforementioned long tan legs, in the name of all that was holy – or unholy, he wasn't too fussed ...
"What? You said blend in," Zed Martin shrugged once she'd joined them, a knowing twinkle in her hazel eyes.
"Yes, love, blend in – not dislocate the jaw of every man in a five-mile radius. Chas, you're staring."
"Come on then," Zed simply smiled, slipping her arm through Chas's and starting towards the heavily guarded door at the end of the badly-lit alleyway, following the muted thump of obnoxious music.
Pitching the butt of his cigarette to the ground, Constantine turned to follow in their wake and tilted his head to better enjoy the view now afforded to him. Sinful, positively sinful.
And if there was one thing he was an expert in ...