Long days call for longer nights. Whether it's alone with a whiskey (the cheaper the better), or with a cute lad or lass at a pub. He'd prefer not to use his powers at all, relying on his mind, but the days he does are better when he drowns out the effort with mindless indulgences. He's earned them, after all.

Tonight was no different of course, with the blond warlock having found himself at a dingy little place just outside of Salisbury. He'd been there for some silly little detective work, tracking a vampire who'd just so happened to be his ex. So yea', that was just one more reason for a nice bender.

The occasional underfoot scurry of a mouse wasn't all too appealing, but this late into the night? He'd ignore it. He couldn't, however, ignore the odd smell of sulphur, or the way the basement door seemed to have an odd glow emanating from under it. A quick murmur of *b*llocks, and John was sliding off his chair to sneak his way into the Pub's basement. He'd crept down the stairs, glancing up once more to ensure he'd not been seen, and slinked further down.

He was greeted with a summoning circle, containing a demon within.

"Ello there then," John quipped, leaning on the wall as he looked at the infernal being ahead.