It was a natural reaction to anybody and anything new; John had become used to people who were morons simply because they were slow, and ones that were out of need to do just about anything to give them a rush. Then there were the types which were curious adrenaline junkies that lost half their intelligence and all of their self preservation in the face of something new, dangerous, and potentially life threatening to others.

He was the latter, himself. It seemed so was this man, too. As he slowly, and carefully got to his feet, it was only with minimal sway. Whatever luck he had, it was in keeping his balance while drunk, and that was thankfully something he never lost, even for as long as it had been. He stepped up to put his hand firmly on one of Constantine's shoulders, bracing him, making sure he stood in such a way as to keep his center of balance from dropping him back on his ass.

"You'd better not make me have to prop you up all night." His tone was joking as he spoke around his cigarette, but his expression, as per usual, was stony and serious.