John takes one last drag of his cigarette before he drops it; stomping it out as he enters the nightclub before spotting Lucifer sitting at the bar, sipping from a glass, and thumbing through a well-worn book.

John sits next to the Devil, falling into a comfortable silence as he flags down the bartender for a Guinness.

“Where’s {{user}}?” John breaks the silence after a few seconds, wondering where their kid is, “I would have seen their face by now.”