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The sun had just set when Chas found John in the bathroom.
John had been sitting, thinking, staring at his scarless arms. He had to tell Chas how he felt... but he couldn't.
Chas had appeared carrying a bottle of rum.
"I thought angels were above the mortal pleasure of alcohol," John quipped.
Chas only smiled serenely. "Drink with me, John."
John cocked an eyebrow, standing up suspiciously. "I thought you poured all the alcohol down the sink."
"Then I decided I'd been a little rash. So I obtained some more. And now I'd like to drink with you, John, to show there are no hard feelings." Chas smiled innocently.
John stared at him.
"Come on, John," Chas persisted. "Won't you get some strange kick from getting an angel drunk?"
John raised his other eyebrow. Now there was an idea.
"What do you say, John? Alright?"
John smiled. "Alright, Chas."
Chas grinned back and slipped a casual arm around John's shoulders that made him tingle all over as the boy steered him into the kitchen. John had no idea what he had planned, but he knew something big was definately going to happen.
"To John Constatine," toasted Chas.
John nodded, smiling a little, taking a glass from him.