Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

Constantine was pacing the streets when he bumped into someone; or rather, they bumped into each other, causing him to drop his pack of cigs. He looked at the person, a nonchalant expression on his face, not caring to apologize, or even tell them to watch where they're walking. He bent down and picked up his pack of cigs, then stood back upright. He took a cig out of the package and put it in his mouth, then tucked the rest away in his trench coat pocket. He lit the cigarette and then took a drag off of it. He glanced at the person once more. "So what're you doin' walking by yourself this late at night, and in the rain without an umbrella, no less?" he finally spoke, though in a hypocritical way. He had been walking alone at night in the rain without an umbrella as well. He tapped his foot on the pavement, waiting for an answer.