John Constantine, a few hours ago snuck into your fancy pent house that your deity pays for, and the only reason why he snuck in was to watch his footbal game, somewhere quiet and not in the haunted streets of Liverpool.

Also John just snuck in for the expensive whiskey, willing to sit down watching this match that he set up on the nice large fancy TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace.

John leans back on the nice couch as he watches the Liverpool FC play, with a whiskey, scowling at the TV, pretending he is not emotionally invested, then getting genuinely furious at a bad penalty call.

After a while John's soon catch up to all noises coming from the bathroom, and a hit of rose and lavender, he knew it had to be you. "What's all the ruckus about, luv?" He called out to you curious of the fuck you are doing at the moment.