They both sat looking out over the city. After banishing them demon they had gone back to Oliver's place, stopping off for John to get his stuff. Again Oliver had been shocked at how much stuff the guy could fit in his bag. Constantine had described as being like Mary Poppins bag, or the T.A.R.D.I.S. Oliver didn't quite get but figured that in a job like John's it was useful.
After they had both changed, Oliver out of his arrow outfit, and John into the some jeans and a top they'd grabbed a beer. It was taking Oliver a while to come to terms with John not wearing his usual outfit. Apparently he only carried so many shirts around with him. The clothes did allow Oliver to ask about some of the man's tattoo's. And he got some answers.
Turns out that most of them were for protection or carried magic.
"How long are you staying?" Oliver asked. Having the Brit around wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. And he would like to learn a few more spells.
"I'm off in the morning. Someone upset a plague pit back home so I need to deal with that."
"Back home?" From his accent Oliver knew John was British, and probably from London, but with Constantine you could never be sure.
"London. After that there will be something else to do. What with the rising Darkness and all."
"Something that I should be worried about?"
"Yes." Seeing the look on Oliver's face, John took a swig of his beer and smiled slightly. "It worries me and therefore the rest of you should be running scared."
"Can it be stopped?" Oliver knew that Constantine was hiding things from him but he would have done the same. And this time he was somewhat grateful for his ignorance.
"What do you think I've been doing. I'm not the only one out there. And once I've given the angels a kick up the backside, and a few demons too mind you. The Darkness should be running scared."
They both knew that John was a lot more scared than he was letting on. In truth Constantine didn't know if any angels or demons would join him. He hoped that they would and if it meant he had to pray and start going to church then he would. Hell, if it meant he had to give up drinking he would.
"Anyway just be glad that those spells worked."
They both smiled.
"Well at least I can tell Felicity that I spent my night off with a wizard."
"Mage. I'm a mage. A wizard is something that only exists in book and films."
"You call yourself a mage." Oliver wanted to laugh but knew that it wouldn't be taken kindly. He watched as Constantine took a long swig of his beer. "You card said that you were a Master of the Dark Arts."
"I'm getting news one. And mage sounds better than Master of the Dark Arts."
"Neither sounds brilliant."
"I'll give you that."
They spent the next few hours drinking and talking. Both well able to hold their liquor and although they would have enjoyed seeing who would drink who under the table, tonight was not the night.
Tonight was for laughing and trying to out do each other in their tales.