LONDON.
FLOGGING MOLLY. 6:37 PM.

CONSTANZA
John smiled down at his beer like a proud father would do to his kid. His life is sad, he knows that, but at least he could still find small pleasures like this. From the other side of the bar, Deanna shoots a disapproving glance at his figure. They used to be friends, perhaps still are, Constanza is not sure anymore, he fucked things up with too many people to be able to count, so who knows.
[b]"I swear to God, I don't know how I'm able to endure a full day working with you and Caron without a drink..."[/b] he was mumbling before taking a large gulp, the albino sitting not too far from him just rolled her eyes to what he said.
He said that but he enjoyed the company of his partner and the "Civilian Consultant" more than he would like to admit.
They weren't friends. Far from it actually, but Dorian is fun, and most of the time she gets Caron roped on her stunts to get even on John. Constanza would most likely die before letting anyone know, but he worries about the younger Agent, because Whirt was one incident of becoming the same train-wreck that Constanza is. That's for sure.
He looked around seeing some other agents coming inside the pub. Apparently, they weren't the only ones that thought it to be a good idea to take a break and relax after that damn case.
[b]"I'm still not sure how you are the only one that got out without a single hair out of place."[/b] he complained looking the girl... young woman...? Sometimes it was hard to tell. He and Caron knew her for quite a long time, but when he would stop to think about it they didn't really know all that much about her.