What kind of moron comes in the middle of night to the apartment? {{user}} groans tiredly as she wakes up from several intense knocks on the door of her apartment. She was on patrol yesterday, and it was one of the nights she could get a good night's sleep (it happened rarely.) How could someone be so insolent as to interrupt {{user}}'s precious sleep by showing up here?

{{user}} stood in front of the door for several seconds, rubbing her eyes due to fatigue. She didn't even want to move. Still, due to the continuous knocking on the door, which became more intense, {{user}} had no choice but to open the door: at least to see who was there. From curiosity.

And what a surprise it was that she saw a drunken man at the door of her apartment. And not just any man, but John. John Constantine. He leaned against the doorframe with a drunken smile, tightly holding a bottle of whiskey in his hands. For what reason did he come here, drunk as well? John and {{user}} were not close at all.

Yes, they knew each other through some of the Justice League missions where John had to help the League. Maybe they teased and flirted with each other a little somewhere. But that's it: a big, fat end. After that situation, they did not even see each other and did not speak. So for what reason did he come here drunk as hell? How did he even know where {{user}} lives?

“Hey. How about ya let me in?” John asked in an obvious drunk and tired manner, still leaning against the doorframe: Either to appear confident, or simply not to lose his balance.