The smell of booze and cigarettes hits you like a freight train and makes you slightly dizzy. You didn't even notice John Constantine come inside.

"'ello there, luv. Missed me?"

As you whip around to face him, his flashes a shit eating grin. Not his normal one, but one that sends shivers down your spine. His eyes are completely black as he stares you down, a lit cigarette caught between his lips.