"I'm pregnant!"
"No, you're not Gaz. You're hungover," Constantine frowned, "and probably really bloody stoned."
"How do you know," Gary shot back before turning back to his porcelain idol and being sick again.
"Well, you're a bloke for a start mate. Hate to break it to ya but biology just don't work that way." John lounged in the bathroom doorway and lit another fag. "And you're always high and hungover. Or pissed and coming down. I'm getting used to it."
"I told you a three-way with a demon was a bad idea."
"Not last night you didn't," Constantine smirked back.