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[deportation]

𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙
𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩.



𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧,
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨.



𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨. 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭. 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

( 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐚. )

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[deportation]

He sent me back because I was on my way somewhere else. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous. [ Who else would talk so cavalier about the Devil himself? The same man that lounges insolently in front of the Papa Midnite without a care in the goddamn world. ] It'd be rude to not pass it on. Can't have that.

[ His eyes flick over at the curl of smoke and he resists the impulse to drag in a deeper breath. Instead, he lets the look between the smolder like embers and casually takes another sip. ]

I imagine until some half-breed gets the better of me.

[ How long has it been for them? He's pretty sure he goaded him into the last time. Quick and dirty in some alley away from the wards in the club and prying eyes. If he focuses a little on the memory he could draw it up, but he's not feeling that masochistic. Yet. ]

Would I presume to know what you were thinking? [ Yes. As far as what the meeting is about? Maybe it isn't. Maybe John doesn't give a shit. Maybe the idea of getting drunk off too-expensive scotch and getting fucked until he can't think straight is how he plans on dealing with this new lease on life he has.

At least to start. ] That the kind of guy I am?

[ He reaches up to undo his tie a little, absently flicking the top two buttons as he does. ]

[takenosides]

No. The John Constantine, on his way out to somewhere other than Hell? I'll believe that when I see it. [He said with some surprise, eyeing the man. So he did die, and The Man showed up to take him but ... lost him? How curious indeed.] You and rude go hand in hand. It wouldn't be a first.

[He tries not to smile as the smoke drifts from his lips. There is something pleasant about being able to tease a ex smoker, especially one like Constantine.]

That would be some great mistake on your part, to let a half breed take you down.

[It's been a while. Papa has been upset for some time with John over that cheap knock off relic. Among other things. The breaking in to use the sing-sing chair was another moment that Papa should be annoyed with him, but he's honestly not. Maybe getting to electrocute him DID help a little.]

Yes. You would presume. That's exactly the kind of guy you are. [he mused, a smile on his lips as he watched the other undo his tie a buttons. Yes, get comfortable, John. Might as well. Papa took another sip of his drink and let out a sigh of smoke. It had been far too long since he felt the skin of one John Constantine pressed to his own. Too long.]

But perhaps I just wanted to touch base. After all, you left in such a hurry last time you were here.

[deportation]

I was just as surprised, believe me. I did have enough wherewithal to flip him the bird on my way out. Could be what pushed him over the edge. [ He offers with the shrug of one shoulder. ] I doubt I have many firsts left to share on any front.

[ Of course Midnite would get off on lording having a damn cigar while John sits there with his gum and his scotch. At least he's not paying for it. The scotch, that is. A little too rich for his blood, but he'll drink it just the same. If only cause he can. ]

If not that mistake then another. Don't think dying in my sleep is the way I go out.

[ It was strange to be back here so many times after such a long absence. He knew the man was still upset over the relic. He figures he got to take it out on him with the surfing. Nothing like getting to zap somebody with 2000 volts to clear the air. ]

And you wouldn't? [ Said with a kind of challenging tone. He watches him take a sip of the drink, throat moving as he does, and resists the urge to down the rest of his glass in response. Shit. ]

Touch base. Ok. I didn't have anything pressing going on right then, demonic births notwithstanding. Did my rush end up hurting your feelings?

[takenosides]

Oh course you did. Because goin' to the heavens wasn't enough of a flip off. [He said, sitting forward now at his desk, pouring more scotch into his glass with his cigar in hand.] You could have told him to kiss your white ass to really piss him off.

[he does get some kicks out of it. The cigar was the purest of pure and the smoke was decedent as it was. A shame the other quit. He lifted the decanter of scotch to the other, offering another splash. Might as well indulge a bit.]

[And when I say indulge, I mean indulge in watching the trash mage get snookered with him.]

Dying in you're sleep isn't how you go. Anyone with a half sense can see that.

[Honestly, that 2000 volt zap did a lot to mend some bad blood between them. The relic was almost forgiven. The barging in on his house uninvited was still a bit up in the air, but he could get over that.]

[The challenge gets an amused huff of a inner laugh but no response otherwise. Just another sip of his drink and a lingering lick of his lips to clear them of scotch as he talked about touching base.]

My feelings were hardly hurt, John. But you did take off to your death. It had me curious how things went. Clearly they turned out for the better. For now.

[deportation]

I don't like to leave any room for misinterpretation is all. [ He picks up the crystal glass (as if the scotch itself wasn't expensive enough) and offers a toast to the air before drinking. ] I'll save that one for the next time.

[ He doesn't mind so long as Midnite's footing the bill. If he wants to waste his good scotch on John then who is he to argue? ]

In bed with a succubus wouldn't be half bad though.

[ Is he saying that to maybe get a reaction? Test the waters? Just how much of that bad blood is put behind them now? If he leers a little at watching the other man lick his lips after a sip then he's not going to apologize. ]

For now. Seems Luci wants me here again to prove I deserve in Hell. How many sins does that leave up for grabs that aren't mortal ones? It could be a bucket list thing.

I'm sure you could help with a few.

[takenosides]

The only misinterpretation was not sending you right to hell. Not that I'm taking sides. [He said, hands splayed, cigar safe in one still, a grin spreading over his lips again. What an arrogant son of a bitch, really. Thinking he can get away with flipping off the evil himself.]

[Footing the bill. Ha, as if he had a bill to foot. Don't ask ho he comes across the good shit, but it's strong and it's fine.]

Speaking from experience, it's not as fun as you might think. They get.... needy. Are you that needy, John? [he asked, accent stressing the word Needy both times.]

[He did move though, coming around the desk to sit on it's edge, a arm crossed under his chest, and the cigar held out to the side before taking another long pull off it, huffing the smoke, closer to the other.]

I'm sure I could help you with that list. Sinning is simple, with the right person.

[deportation]

That's on him. Shouldn't ever take a detour for gloating. [ Especially not when dealing with a con man. Thinking he could? He kind of did. Sure, the son of a bitch had his hands in his lungs for a few seconds, but bygones.

John tries not to look too hard into how Midnite makes his money. Might sour the taste. More than it does sometimes. He's not stupid. So, he'll enjoy the scotch. ]

Experience, huh? Me get needy? [ It's not a well kept secret that he is needy. In his own way. His own way being a bossy son of a bitch at the absolute best of times. And at his worst? Well, he'll hop in bed with just about anybody. Or anything. The way the other man comes around to sit makes him have to look up at him. Normally they're pretty evenly matched, even if Papa is just slightly taller. ]

And what do you know, I think the right person might be here in front of me. So, where should we get started?