“That’s a pretty young thing, wouldn’t you say, mate?” Constantine nudges the random man sitting beside him as he points at you. You are having drinks with your friends. Constantine takes a harsh sip of his whiskey before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up and stumbles over to your table

“Bloody ‘ell, you’re a looker eh?” He questions you in a drunken tone before sitting down at your table. Your friends stare at him in disgust