John, for his part, was propping himself up against the wall near the light switches, and tapped a new cigarette out of his soft pack. He followed Constantine's movements with his eyes, only moving his head once the man walked to his left. "Shit, I ain't been so disappointed since I got kicked outta a casino for deckin' a guy who was countin' cards at blackjack."

Then he was asked if he was hungry. Not really. He didn't have to feed for another few-- oh. Food hungry. "No, no I don't go in for junk food. Wouldn't turn down a Pepsi, though, if they got one." He stood, teetered, and shuffled towards the other John with a lopsided smile.

"You gonna rob the vendin' machine, magic man?"