A little of that who-shot-John (dp x dc)
Constantine was nursing a nice Scotch Whiskey as he sat in his new favourite pub, when walked in a very familiar face. Red hair, stunning violet eyes, and pink lips that were just begging to be kissed.
Jasmine, Constantine remembered her name belatedly. They’d had a fling while he’d been on a case in the states and the woman had been half the reason Constantine had had any fond memories of the trip coming back.
What were the odds of them meeting back again on his side of the pond? Fate was clearly at play here, nudging him back onto the beautiful woman’s path.
Constantine downed his drink and turned towards Jasmine, as he raised his hand to wave her over, when the door opened again and in walked another very familiar face.
Crystal eyes and soft black hair, the man who walked in had Constantine nearly choking on his spit. Because that was Daniel, ie the other half of the good memories from the states.
“Fuck,” Constantine mumbled under his breath as he turned away from the two. What the hell were these two doing here together!
As he tried to make himself look smaller, he tried to obscure his face with his empty glass, while his mind whirled for a plan to get out of there and fast.
“John!” Came Jasmine’s voice, and Constantine closed his eyes, pained, before he steadied himself and fixed a smile on his face as he turned around. He could still salvage this. He could.
“Jasmine!” He said back as if he’d just recognized her, as she approached him. Daniel hadn’t seen him yet, but by the curious glance he was sending Jasmine, that wouldn’t hold true for long. “What are you doing here?”
“Me and my baby brother are on a vacation to celebrate my getting my diploma,” she said with a brilliant smile.
Constantine could feel a pit form in his stomach. “Baby brother?” He repeated weakly.
“Oh, let me introduce you,” she said before turning back. “Danny!”
Constantine could feel his battered soul withering away as he watched Daniel make his way over to them.
“Johnny!” Daniel exclaimed joyfully. “Is that you? What are the odds!”
“Haha, yeah, those are some crazy odds,” Constantine said through his gritted teeth.
Jasmine turned towards her brother - her baby brother! - with a confused little frown on her face, even as she kept her smile. “You know John?”
“Boy do I,” Daniel said with a sly wink in Constantine’s direction that had the man wishing he could teleport.
Constantine laughed weakly as he tried desperately to figure out how to steer the conversation elsewhere, but it was too late.
“Oh?” Jasmine let out, still confused, and it was like watching a car accident in slow motion. “When did you meet?”
“Last summer,” Daniel said, “I told you about him, remember?”
“No,” Jasmine said dubiously. “The only guy you told me about was-“
Her head turned so fast, Constantine could almost hear the crack.
“John,” she started calmly. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
“Depends what you think it is?” Constantine tried for relaxed and knew he had missed by a mile.
“Jazz?” Daniel said, as he frowned confusedly.
“He’s the guy I told you about.”
Daniel’s eyes widened before narrowing to slits as he fixed his gaze on the magician.
“John, would you care to explain?” Jasmine asked, icily calm.
Had Daniel’s teeth always been this pointy?
Constantine gulped. “Not really, no.”
Jasmine's eyes flashed a neon green.
“That,” Jasmine growled, “is the wrong answer.”
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