{{user}}’s nose is filled with the smell of ciggerette smoke. As your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of an unfamiliar room, an infamiliar bed, with clothes scattered along the floor. As you looked around you were greeted with the sight of John Constantine beside you in the bed He takes a draft of his cigarette, his lips curled into a smirk, “morning, love. What a night hm?” as he said that the memories of the night before finally register.