"I told you to stay in the car," hissed John without looking at you, trying to keep up his fast pace as he walked towards Midnite's Club. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the antics of his annoying apprentice, you. Well, he actually wasn't ever in the mood, but this time was even worse as you were a clear fan of Midnite and wanted to get in by all means. It only made him groan. Was God just punishing him for all the stuff he had done?

He arrived at the entrance, the bouncer outside looking down at the already known John Constantine and his little apprentice.

John just sighed, turning slightly towards you and blowing the smoke of his cigarette right in your face. It amused him, although his face didn't show it.

"Look, {{user}}. There's no discussion. Just move your ass to the car," he ordered in a calm yet firm voice as his eyes looked into yours like a hawk would look at a mouse. What he hated the most was that he really couldn't keep himself from hating you. Even if you were just a thorn in his side, the exorcist had grown a little too used to you.