Hellblazer

John’s dramatics were thoroughly noted. Evie just shook her head a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “You could have just asked me to get it for you John. I’m a bit harder to impress than that. You should know that. Though, it is pretty cute.” Villains often had different ideas of what was ‘cute,’ than your typical person. With a sigh she clinked her glass against his, “To

For a moment Evie pondered John at her age. Was he just as angst ridden; or did his younger-self have a special flair? As John spoke, Evie perched herself upon the bar and crossed her legs. Ever careful to maintain eye contact, she tapped her ruby painted bottom lip. “No we won’t get emotional. Why? I don’t think that’s what you need right now deary. This place introduced me to the love of my life, and took him away. It sucks, People let you down. I get it. Drinking about it can be fun, and I fully endorse doing it right now. But I recommend channeling that anger into something productive. Such as, two defeating your Warlock friend, I met him. I have a feeling he finds me interesting….”

“Thirdly I don’t think I am a p-r-i-c-k,” Curses just did not sound right coming from her princess mouth, so she opted to spell it instead.. “I think I’m lovely to you. Fourthly if you need a place to crash I have a house with like a few extra bedrooms. You can crash as long as you need to.”

Evie paused for a moment to take another sip of her drink. “Fifth, I’ll help you with your quest. I’m may be evil, but I’m an evil genius proficient in both science and potions. Because I’m not a hero, I don’t care what it takes to get the job done. Sixth and final point, this place is what you make it.  I have the time of my life here. Be the man I know you are and show it whose boss. I mean if you let it defeat you that would make you terribly boring.”

✡— “It wasn’t to impress you. I can’t be arsed to talk to people. S’easier. Besides, I nicked that ring this morning, best way to dispose of it... Don’t want Captain blondie to be weepin’ over an ol’ ring that ‘is fella left behind.” 

“You are a mess John,” Carefully Evie began to fix John’s hair as she shook her head. Her nimble fingers racked through the blonde tendrils. When she finished fixing his hair, she placed her hand upon the bar. Carefully she looked around for Kurogiri, with him gone it looked as if she’d have to make her own drink. As she slid over the bar she grabbed a bottle of English whisky. With the bottle she made her own drink. She took the glass and took a sip, and eyed him curiously. “What have you been up to you naughty boy? What has gotten you all in nots? You can tell me.”

Evie never had the chance to be a kid, never had a childhood. That was the cruel fate of those born on the Isle of the Lost. They were genetically dispositioned to be bad, at least that’s what everyone said. If anything her sex-kitten mother, The Evil Queen herself didn’t help any. Just another bad example, to use her body to get what she wants. Why she often sought the company of older friends was probably that woman’s influence as well. Whatever it was, made Evie being friends with an angry 40-year-old man completely logical. “Almost think you were scared of pretty little witches.”  Evie couldn’t help but smile and laugh as she prods his side, trying to bring a bit of brevity. She could tell he was being totally lame and considering their age, via internal monologue. It was a gift. Honestly, she didn’t have much time for that.

When John began to complain about the ‘foreign shit’ Evie poured the English whisky into his glass. “You realize it isn’t foreign if you are in that country right? We aren’t in any country.” As she picked up her own glass she took a sip. “That excuse may work on your hero buddies Johnny…With all the angst and the layers of emotion….But the girl you agreed to mentor is a villain. We’re smarter than that. Something is going on here, talk about it. Before I get bored and give up on you. Since you know, emotions, gross.” Evie sat herself upon the bar and smiled.

“It’s a villain bar deary. Try not to insult it…” John was def going to be more trouble than she expected and or needed. Still she figured she’’d stay by his side. “Before I have to chug a strength potion and carry you out of here, whats really going on Johnny?” 

✡— “Ain’t I always.” He replied with a casual tilt of the head, enough to show that he still had some snark left in him. “As for foreign shit -- well exactly, this ain’t the real deal poppet, says it on the bottle, but there ain’t as much of a taste as English aired whiskey either..” Eyes watched the glass fill with amber, and he stared up at her with a deadpan stare, muttering something under his breath as an imp-like demon formed -- a small little thing, giggling away as it leapt over the bar and grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey, snorting a few times on its way -- jumping up again, almost struggling to do so with its hooves hanging -- before handing the entire bottle to John. The warlock reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver ring that had been engraved -- custom -- belonging to someone else, and giving it to the imp as payment before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. He was really using his demon summoning ability to its full potential -- ...what a waste. 

Uncorking the bottle with his teeth, he held it up with a small, “Cheers,” and began chugging away at it. The burn down his throat was a relief, the deep feeling in his chest -- in his heart -- the reprieve he sought would only be temporary, but at least it worked for now. 

With a deep breath, and sigh of relief he looked at the girl behind the counter.

Hive City was an absolute paradise for Evie. A girl who grew up in improvised destitute environment with a mentally ill mother. Where she had nothing but the trash of heroes to eat and wear. A place where she could not use her own magic. An isle where her mother and Mal controlled her. In Hive City Evie found her freedom, she found herself. Hive City gave her; fresh food, a home, her magic, and friends. Honestly, she could not want for more.

When John turned to Evie, her smile grew wider as she took another sip. “I turned 18 last year John. Plus, I’m in with the League of Villains that runs the bar. I’ve been coming here since I was 17…People in other realms are so weird about age. IWe’re villains, breaking the law is kind of what we do anyway.” She tilted her head to the side, he seemed a bit off. “What’s wrong?”

✡— “While I’m all for giving the law my middle finger, I ain’t calling meself a villain, givin’ meself a title-- see I find it’s the pricks that label themselves heroes or villains that end up ‘avin’ to live up to a reputation that they’ve set for themselves... becoming a stereotype, n’ tha...” 

He scoffed, eyes resumed the downward glance of his half empty glass, swirling it by grabbing it by the rim and shaking it a little. He hadn’t made a single friend since he’d gotten here, though -- he should’ve been used to that, but by now, there was at least one -- in this case, an 18 year old kid. 

Swallow sadness. Drown it. Be the grumpy old bastard that you are, John Constantine. She doesn’t need to know that everyone in this place either wants to fight you, doesn’t realise how strong you are, or hates you. It’s not that he missed being feared or having a reputation for being one of the most dangerous warlocks on Earth, but -- he missed the banter, at least. Power comes at a price. 

The azure hair beauty made her way around the bar and shook her head. A dazzling smile came to her ruby lips. It surprised Evie to see the blonde haired man at the bar. Not that she particularly surprised to see him out, just here in particular. It was a rather known hot stop for villains. “John Constantine, you are aware this is a villain bar correct?” Evie sat down next to him and took a sip of her appletini. “I do hope you are looking for some trouble.”

@xhellblazing

✡— The city hadn’t been kind to him, but neither was the real world -- why did he expect it to be any different? So naturally, the response to sorrow, loneliness and anger was to drown it in with a couple of good pints. 

He sat at the wooden bar, leaning over it and nursing his third pint of beer, posture perking slightly as he noticed the familiar voice -- then turned a little to face her. At least there was one person in this place that didn’t want to kill him. 

SEND “MIX TAPE” FOR MY MUSE TO MAKE A LIST OF 5 SONGS THAT THEY THINK EXPLAIN HOW THEY FEEL FOR YOUR MUSE }} ACCEPTING

Gang of Four - Not Great MenThe past lives in the books at homeNo weak men in the books at homeHistory lives in the books at homeThe books at homeIt’s not made by great men Wire - LowdownAnother cigaretteAnother dayFrom A to BAgain avoiding C, D, and E‘Cause E is where you play the blues The Clash - London CallingLondon calling to the faraway townsNow war is declared and battle come downLondon calling to the underworldCome out of the cupboard, you boys and girls The Stranglers - Who Wants The WorldWho wants the worldNot meNot meNot meNot me(tell me to rearrange your faceSometime I’d really like to getTo know you better)

The Jim Carroll Band - People Who DiedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

Welcome to the Hive, Nick!

You’ll be housed in j-3!

You’ll retain the ability to shapeshift three times per day for five minutes per use.

Enjoy your stay!