"He was a real charmer. Good man, full of love and family values." The sneer is just as present in John's voice. The man is gone now. Done in at the hands of the The Family Man. But the pain he inflicted on Constantine lives on, even now. "But enough about him. We've got a snack raid to accomplish. Time to load up the pockets and head back."

John usually has at least a little restraint sober. But right now sober he is not, and he's full of shitty ideas. He finishes off the rest of the flask while watching Marston catch the cans like it's a spectator sport. And he pulls a cigarette from his pack before finally agreeing to cease the spell. "Fine fine. Give me a minute..." John tries to stop the spell. But at first it only makes the machine shoot out more sodas and at a higher speed. "Fuck! It won't stop!" He works on the seal for a moment, trying to get enough focus to cancel it out. This is why free forming magic on the fly is usually a bad idea inebriated. But it works on this attempt, and the machine shuts down with a sad sounding groan. "There. Enough to load the pockets up with." He starts picking up a few to take back, but has forgotten entirely about the snack machine still pushing out goodies. There's a pile now beneath it.

"You know, it's worth a shot. If they try to kill us, we can expose them easily for what they are. Sodding stupid little blighters."