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"Two crows on a bed." He brushes past the tattooed man with barely a glance at the card. John Constantine had spent much of his time here since that night he sent Angela away with the Spear of Destiny. Things had been quiet lately, leaving him nothing to do but make frequent visits underground. Chaz followed close behind but stopped cautiously before the red velvet rope.
"You know what? I'm not even gonna try anymore." He crosses his arms in defeat and shouts out to John "Ok, so I'll just wait here."
Once inside, the exorcist pushed his way through the quivering masses of half breeds, gyrating to the music blasting from the stereos. Darkness did its job down here. It concealed the horrors of those caught in between and managed to add a semblance of normalcy to the underground bar. Normalcy; however, only went as far as the limits of the flashing dance floor. Along the sidelines, the watchers engorged themselves in their own activities. Activities being a loose term encompassing canoodling, flipping tarot cards, and "juggling" glass orbs. Constantine walked by sneering in disgust. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Despite his near death experiences, John Constantine still has not learned his lesson. Stopping at the door he inhales deeply letting the nicotine cloud fill his lungs. Before long, the door opens revealing a woman with cropped hair and a leather jacket. She stops at Constantine's side and whispers in his ear, eyes glowing red.
"Long time no see. You have my number" John grimaces slightly and draws back.
"Right." And without a second glance, he walks into Midnite's chambers leaving a stunned half breed in the dust.
Midnite looks up from lighting a new cigar. "Back again John?" He puts down his lighter. "Every night since that night she left eh? Too lonely?" he smirked. Teasing John was something Midnite enjoyed. Although it yielded little reaction, it was great fun none the less.
Constantine slumped into a chair across from the ornately decorated desk and rubbed his temples. "Thanks Midnite. Good to see you too" he managed hoarsely.
"No, no man. Comon, how are you holding up?"
"You asked that last night." he shot back pouring a glass of whiskey for himself.
"You didn't answer last night. I thought I'd try again." Constantine half grunts in response and proceeds to light another cigarette. Midnite chuckles and gives his friend's rumpled appearance the once over. "You need a woman John."
"Says who?" Constantine scoffs.
"I'm serious" Midnite squeezed out between guffaws of raucous laughter.
"What I really need is an apprentice." The dark man taps his fingers impatiently on the hard wood of the table. He gives a knowing smile and leans back in his chair and crosses his legs. "I believe I can provide a solution to both problems."
"There's only one prob"
Still holding that smile on his face, Midnite called out loudly into the back room. "Ombre!"
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