I Keep My Jealousy Close ('Cause It's All Mine) [1/4]
Title: I Keep My Jealousy Close (‘Cause It’s All Mine)
Rating: R
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Chas as well as some sideline Chas/Other
Chapter: 1/4
Summary: Someone shows an interest in Chas at Midnite's club and despite John’s almost violent dislike of this situation, Chas finds himself meeting the person again. John doesn’t seem too happy when he finds out.
Beta: None. Any mistakes are mine, I’m afraid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but an OMC and a OFC, that is all. Everything else belongs to their respective owners, I’m just playing with them for awhile :P
A/N: This is all x_keepthefaith’s fault. I convinced her to watch Constantine so I could get her into Chastine, then of course when I told her an idea I wanted written - after showing her some of my favourite stories - she demanded it was written and, here it is.
What was once going to be a standalone has become a four part fic that’s almost 10, 000 words long. I must admit I love it though, and the only thing that exceeds my love for this fic is my love for x_keepthefaith herself. I don’t know what I’d do without you, bb. You are the most amazing person ever who slashes damn near everything with me and honestly, I’m so fucking happy we’re married. If no guy can live up to what fanfic has done to us, I’m so fucking glad and sure that you can.
Also, the title is a line stolen from Fall Out Boy’s Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner.
Cross-posted to hellblazerslash, constatineslash and my journal.
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Chas was pretty pissed off with the world at the moment. Well, that was if you took ‘world’ and replaced it with ‘John Fuckin’ Constantine’, but then again, he’d be more likely to deny the latter if asked. He knew when a good lie could save his ass, and John tended to get pissed off if Chas cussed him out, especially behind his back.
So much to his further annoyance, Chas would simply have to suffer in silence as he slowly developed a headache from one too many nights in a row sitting at the bar in Midnite’s club, waiting with clenched teeth for John to finish whatever fucking thing he was doing that Chas still wasn’t allowed to be a part of. Yeah. He really fucking hated John Constantine right now.
Sure, for the first couple of night’s he hadn’t minded, it was Midnite’s club, after all. The people - creatures, really - inside were bound to be interesting, right? Yeah. Fucking wrong. No one gave a shit about him and after the five hundredth half-breed he just lost the energy to care. They didn’t do anything, his head still hurt and he couldn’t swipe a drink, so all and all, he was bored out of his fucking skull.
For a while he had taken to slowly destroying napkins, but that meant leaving with his pockets full of all the torn up pieces - Midnite had this really creepy glare when he got going - and it wasn’t until one misfortunate incident with a washing machine a few days ago that had him deciding there had to be more productive things to do with his time.
He’d considered taking a book, but even he didn’t think he’d be able to concentrate in that environment, and before he could come up with a solution John was making him drive to the club, get out, walk in and plonk down on his now well-loved bar stool; which of course, just happened to be the most uncomfortable thing in existence.
Chas wanted to kick it, and if he had of been angrier and less concerned about the damage his foot would suffer - or his body because, again, Midnite - he probably would have. As it was, he had sort of sunk into a general apathy towards the world at large, his chin propped in his hand as he waited for John to appear and break his trance, forcing his anger to the forefront of his mind again.
He was so lost to the thoughts in his head, that when he felt someone tap his shoulder he practically jumped out of the seat, his mouth opening and working on autopilot as he spun around. “Jesus Fucking Christ, John. Give me some warning you ass-”
Chas’s mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened comically as he looked up into the twinkling green eyes of a young man. Wow, Chas thought, he’s gorgeous.
The man - maybe? Chas wasn’t so sure, and in this part of town, he had a right to be suspicious - didn’t look older then twenty-five. He had extremely fair skin and his hair was black with a few blue strands twisting throughout it as it fell to his shoulders, brushing the edges of his black fish-net shirt. A small silver chain with a sapphire pendant hung around his neck and he had a silver hoop in his right ear. Chas’s eyes fell lower, barely glancing at tighttighttight black leather pants before they snapped up to the other’s face again.
“Sorry,” Chas managed to get out, “I thought you were-”
“Constantine,” The man cut him off, smiling brilliantly at Chas. “I’m aware, but don’t apologise. I was the one who startled you.”
Chas gave him a cautious smile back. “Right. So, is there a reason you tapped me?”
The man slipped into the free stool beside him, eyes never once leaving Chas’s face. “Yes. I wanted to meet you.”
Chas couldn’t help shifting awkwardly. “I’m not someone important to know, dude. Sorry to disappoint, but I just drive the car.”
“No,” the guy waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in your relationship to Constantine.” He grinned again. “It’s rather that I’m captivated by your beauty.”
Chas felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly ducked his head to the bar, pulling down his trademark cap as he mumbled, “What the hell? You got the wrong guy.”
He felt fingers on his chin, hesitantly, pulling him to look back at the man. Chas found himself allowing it, even as he tensed. The man smiled, softer and sweeter. “I believe you are mistaken. In fact, I’d say you were an Angel, but I’ve met a few of them, and you do nothing but outshine them.”
Chas felt himself flushing again, and he hurriedly batted the hand away from his face, but he didn’t avert his eyes this time. “Angel’s aren’t all that great.” His mind flashed to that time in the hospital and he held down a flinch. “And neither am I.”
The man frowned slightly before a sigh escaped his lips. “I see. You don’t notice what a mirror reflects. Pity.” He suddenly brightened again. “I’ll just have to show you then, it seems.” Chas’s eyes widened, but he never got a chance to respond before a dainty, almost womanly hand was held out in front of him. The nails were painted black. “But where are my manners, my name is Miracue.”
He hesitated for a second, but slowly Chas took the hand in his, slightly surprised by the tight yet somehow sensual grasp Miracue took of his own.
“C-Chas,” he stumbled out, suddenly feeling completely out of his league by the way fingertips were grazing over his inner wrist.
“Well Chas,” Miracue said, not releasing his hold as he started to stand, “now that we are acquainted, I believe it is only fair I show you a more enjoyable time in this establishment then what you have previously been receiving.”
Chas’s eyes widened and he curled his legs around the stool, trying to lightly tug his hand free from Miracue’s grasp. “Nono. I uh, thanks? But no, I um, have to stay right here. Uh. Yeah.”
Miracue’s eyes flashed with amusement as he moved a step closer and leant down towards Chas’s face. Chas felt the urge to flinch back, but he made himself ignore it. He would never make it as John’s apprentice if a guy who was flirting with him made him recoil.
“You have beautiful eyes.” Miracue said conversationally, before he blinked and was smiling, back to the previous topic but still not moving, his breath fanning out over Chas’s face. It smelt like strawberries, Chas noted. “I simply wish to dance with you. I have seen you here for a few nights, alone and unhappy. Allow me to make tonight better for you, Chas? I will not take anything you do not wish to give me. All I ask is for one dance. Would you agree?” He looked at Chas from under long eyelashes. “Please?”
“Uh,” Chas found himself staring into hopeful and compelling green eyes and tried to think of some way to say no, that it would be going against John’s orders. Unfortunately, all he managed to come up with was, “I can’t dance?”
Miracue’s smile was soft and small, nothing mocking as he pulled an awkward but no longer resisting Chas towards him. “I would love nothing more but to teach you.”
Chas was lightly tugged towards the dance floor by a practically gliding Miracue while he stumbled and darted his eyes towards the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but the beautiful - he’d never used that description for a man before, not even John, but this guy just was - form of his soon-to-be dance partner.
When they reached the centre of the floor, he felt Miracue’s fingers glide over his wrist, making him look up into warm eyes. “I will not ask you to trust me, as I doubt you would with the work you are apart of.” He chuckled lightly at the instantaneous sheepish look that covered Chas’s face. “I do not mind, Chas.” He assured briefly before he slowly brought his free hand to brush Chas’s hip. “Will you allow me to hold us close together?”
Chas felt a sudden wave of indignation and he narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’m not about to fucking run away screaming.”
Miracue laughed in response, it was beautiful; dancing through the air and sounding better then any song the club had played since Chas had been there.
“You’re not human.” It was a statement and it made Miracue pause, a small frown appearing.
“Not entirely,” He answered honestly, a hint of sadness appearing. “It bothers you.”
Chas shook his head, a small grin appearing at the slight shock that flittered across Miracue’s face. “You haven’t tried to kill me yet, and you don’t seem too deadly, so, no. For a dance, it doesn’t.”
He felt arms wrap around his waist then, pulling him closer as Miracue smiled. He quickly let his own arms do the same, if not a tad more awkwardly as Miracue slowly started to move them to the beat. A slow dance Chas thought with a snort of slight amusement, the bastard probably planned it.
Despite his thoughts though, he kept his attention on watching his feet nervously, trying to avoid looking at Miracue or the other people in the club. He could feel eyes on him, and he could imagine why. Miracue was gorgeous and what was he? Chas, that was who; boring, young, stupid Chas with his taxi and his dumb hat, who was anything but graceful or pretty.
He felt lips by his ear and a warm breath brushing it. “If this makes you uncomfortable, you are aware we can stop, are you not?”
From anyone else, Chas would have taken it as patronizing, but with Miracue it just seemed to be the way the words flowed out from his mouth.
When Chas felt a slight press of fingers to his lower back, as if prompting a response, Chas gave a small, somewhat sarcastic laugh as he looked up at Miracue and away from his feet. “You know that everyone here probably thinks you’re one of the most attractive people in this city, right?”
For the first time all evening, Miracue looked slightly uncomfortable. “People find me appealing, yes.”
“Right,” Chas agreed, “so can you imagine what it feels like for me; the kid who is the loser by default and has no girlfriends or boyfriends. That he finds himself in the middle of an awesome club that he got into by the help of his boss only to end up on the dance floor in his crap clothes with the prom king.” Chas shook his head slightly. “If this was a normal bar I’d assume you were just playing a joke on me.”
Miracue was silent for a long moment before he said quietly, “Chas, you are beautiful. I do not break my word lightly, but tonight I will by taking something I have not yet asked for.”
Chas never got a chance to figure out what the other meant before the arms were gone from his waist and his chin was tilted up by two fingers. Miracue was then placing a soft kiss to his lips.
His eyes widening dramatically, Chas didn’t get to do much else but make a small squeaking noise before the other was pulling back. “You are more beautiful then I could ever hope to be, and I would say more to assure of this, but,” he flicked his eyes to the left of Chas, “I do not wish to upset Midnite tonight.”
“Wha-” Chas started to say, but before he could even finish the word, Miracue was practically melting into the crowd and disappearing. Chas barely got time to blink again before he had a hand tightly clenching his upper arm before he was yanked off the dance floor.
He twisted his head and found himself looking at the back of John’s; he was purposefully keeping his face from Chas’s view.
“John-”
“We’re leaving,” John all but growled and Chas found himself staring in complete confusion at the exorcist. What the fuck was his problem?
“Did something go wrong with Midnite?” Chas questioned, thinking back on Miracue’s words about the club owner. Did he know that the conversation John had would turn out badly?
John was silent, but he was still radiating anger and his fingers were about ready to fucking bruise Chase’s arm. He tried to pull out of the other’s grasp, but John only held him tighter in response, making him hold down a wince as he was yanked more forcefully through the club.
“John, what the fuck?” He demanded.
John was completely silent, but the way he kicked open the club’s door and pulled Chas onto the street, showed his rage was far from gone.
Chas felt his own anger start to boil, mixing with his emotions from earlier that evening. He glared at the other’s back. “For fuck’s sake, John. You drag me here how many times and just when I’m actually starting to have fun you decide to-woah.”
Chas found himself spun around and pushed tightly up against the cab, his eyes wide as he caught a glimpse of John’s face and just how tight it was. He had never seen John that pissed off before, not even after a bad exorcism or anything. He felt a surge of terror go through him, battling with the anger for dominance over his next move.
In the end, fear won. “Uh, J-John?”
John’s jaw clenched and his fingers dug into Chas’s shoulders. Chas didn’t say a word. He just bit down on the sound of protest that was crawling up his throat in response to the pain now going through his shoulders. Right now he was more concerned about getting out of this alive, rather than having a few bruises.
Something briefly flashed across John’s face before he suddenly pulled back from Chas, his anger being pushed behind his emotionless mask as he shoved his hands in his pocket. He glared slightly, and it was the same one he always got when he was looking for his cigarettes only to realise he didn’t have them anymore.
Chas swallowed slightly, small trembles wracking his frame as he stared at John in confusion and slight worry. “Are you okay?”
The look John sent Chas was deadly, and Chas almost flinched, but managed to stop himself at the last moment.
“You are never coming back here with me,” John told him, voice cold and sharp.
Chas opened his mouth, ready to protest but he suddenly had John’s hand at the back of his shirt before he was being shoved towards the front door of the cab, and after John swiftly unlocked it - Chas had no idea when he took the keys - he was shoving him inside.
He was in the backseat moments later and Chas opened his mouth to speak, but John got there first. “Shut the fuck up.”
Chas wanted to growl out a response, ask him what the fuck his problem was, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew that John would probably kill him if he said anything, so with barely restrained anger, he turned on the car and started pulling away from the curve.
When he glanced into the rear-view mirror though, he startled slightly to see Miracue outside the club, head tilted slightly and a sad smile on his face as he gave the barest wave.
Chas only had to blink however and he was gone, leaving Chas to wonder if he’d just imagined the other as part of a desperate want to be anywhere else but in the same car as a pissed off John Constantine. Especially when he had no idea what had happened in order for John to end up that way.
Part 2
Rating: R
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Chas as well as some sideline Chas/Other
Chapter: 1/4
Summary: Someone shows an interest in Chas at Midnite's club and despite John’s almost violent dislike of this situation, Chas finds himself meeting the person again. John doesn’t seem too happy when he finds out.
Beta: None. Any mistakes are mine, I’m afraid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but an OMC and a OFC, that is all. Everything else belongs to their respective owners, I’m just playing with them for awhile :P
A/N: This is all x_keepthefaith’s fault. I convinced her to watch Constantine so I could get her into Chastine, then of course when I told her an idea I wanted written - after showing her some of my favourite stories - she demanded it was written and, here it is.
What was once going to be a standalone has become a four part fic that’s almost 10, 000 words long. I must admit I love it though, and the only thing that exceeds my love for this fic is my love for x_keepthefaith herself. I don’t know what I’d do without you, bb. You are the most amazing person ever who slashes damn near everything with me and honestly, I’m so fucking happy we’re married. If no guy can live up to what fanfic has done to us, I’m so fucking glad and sure that you can.
Also, the title is a line stolen from Fall Out Boy’s Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner.
Cross-posted to hellblazerslash, constatineslash and my journal.
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Chas was pretty pissed off with the world at the moment. Well, that was if you took ‘world’ and replaced it with ‘John Fuckin’ Constantine’, but then again, he’d be more likely to deny the latter if asked. He knew when a good lie could save his ass, and John tended to get pissed off if Chas cussed him out, especially behind his back.
So much to his further annoyance, Chas would simply have to suffer in silence as he slowly developed a headache from one too many nights in a row sitting at the bar in Midnite’s club, waiting with clenched teeth for John to finish whatever fucking thing he was doing that Chas still wasn’t allowed to be a part of. Yeah. He really fucking hated John Constantine right now.
Sure, for the first couple of night’s he hadn’t minded, it was Midnite’s club, after all. The people - creatures, really - inside were bound to be interesting, right? Yeah. Fucking wrong. No one gave a shit about him and after the five hundredth half-breed he just lost the energy to care. They didn’t do anything, his head still hurt and he couldn’t swipe a drink, so all and all, he was bored out of his fucking skull.
For a while he had taken to slowly destroying napkins, but that meant leaving with his pockets full of all the torn up pieces - Midnite had this really creepy glare when he got going - and it wasn’t until one misfortunate incident with a washing machine a few days ago that had him deciding there had to be more productive things to do with his time.
He’d considered taking a book, but even he didn’t think he’d be able to concentrate in that environment, and before he could come up with a solution John was making him drive to the club, get out, walk in and plonk down on his now well-loved bar stool; which of course, just happened to be the most uncomfortable thing in existence.
Chas wanted to kick it, and if he had of been angrier and less concerned about the damage his foot would suffer - or his body because, again, Midnite - he probably would have. As it was, he had sort of sunk into a general apathy towards the world at large, his chin propped in his hand as he waited for John to appear and break his trance, forcing his anger to the forefront of his mind again.
He was so lost to the thoughts in his head, that when he felt someone tap his shoulder he practically jumped out of the seat, his mouth opening and working on autopilot as he spun around. “Jesus Fucking Christ, John. Give me some warning you ass-”
Chas’s mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened comically as he looked up into the twinkling green eyes of a young man. Wow, Chas thought, he’s gorgeous.
The man - maybe? Chas wasn’t so sure, and in this part of town, he had a right to be suspicious - didn’t look older then twenty-five. He had extremely fair skin and his hair was black with a few blue strands twisting throughout it as it fell to his shoulders, brushing the edges of his black fish-net shirt. A small silver chain with a sapphire pendant hung around his neck and he had a silver hoop in his right ear. Chas’s eyes fell lower, barely glancing at tighttighttight black leather pants before they snapped up to the other’s face again.
“Sorry,” Chas managed to get out, “I thought you were-”
“Constantine,” The man cut him off, smiling brilliantly at Chas. “I’m aware, but don’t apologise. I was the one who startled you.”
Chas gave him a cautious smile back. “Right. So, is there a reason you tapped me?”
The man slipped into the free stool beside him, eyes never once leaving Chas’s face. “Yes. I wanted to meet you.”
Chas couldn’t help shifting awkwardly. “I’m not someone important to know, dude. Sorry to disappoint, but I just drive the car.”
“No,” the guy waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in your relationship to Constantine.” He grinned again. “It’s rather that I’m captivated by your beauty.”
Chas felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly ducked his head to the bar, pulling down his trademark cap as he mumbled, “What the hell? You got the wrong guy.”
He felt fingers on his chin, hesitantly, pulling him to look back at the man. Chas found himself allowing it, even as he tensed. The man smiled, softer and sweeter. “I believe you are mistaken. In fact, I’d say you were an Angel, but I’ve met a few of them, and you do nothing but outshine them.”
Chas felt himself flushing again, and he hurriedly batted the hand away from his face, but he didn’t avert his eyes this time. “Angel’s aren’t all that great.” His mind flashed to that time in the hospital and he held down a flinch. “And neither am I.”
The man frowned slightly before a sigh escaped his lips. “I see. You don’t notice what a mirror reflects. Pity.” He suddenly brightened again. “I’ll just have to show you then, it seems.” Chas’s eyes widened, but he never got a chance to respond before a dainty, almost womanly hand was held out in front of him. The nails were painted black. “But where are my manners, my name is Miracue.”
He hesitated for a second, but slowly Chas took the hand in his, slightly surprised by the tight yet somehow sensual grasp Miracue took of his own.
“C-Chas,” he stumbled out, suddenly feeling completely out of his league by the way fingertips were grazing over his inner wrist.
“Well Chas,” Miracue said, not releasing his hold as he started to stand, “now that we are acquainted, I believe it is only fair I show you a more enjoyable time in this establishment then what you have previously been receiving.”
Chas’s eyes widened and he curled his legs around the stool, trying to lightly tug his hand free from Miracue’s grasp. “Nono. I uh, thanks? But no, I um, have to stay right here. Uh. Yeah.”
Miracue’s eyes flashed with amusement as he moved a step closer and leant down towards Chas’s face. Chas felt the urge to flinch back, but he made himself ignore it. He would never make it as John’s apprentice if a guy who was flirting with him made him recoil.
“You have beautiful eyes.” Miracue said conversationally, before he blinked and was smiling, back to the previous topic but still not moving, his breath fanning out over Chas’s face. It smelt like strawberries, Chas noted. “I simply wish to dance with you. I have seen you here for a few nights, alone and unhappy. Allow me to make tonight better for you, Chas? I will not take anything you do not wish to give me. All I ask is for one dance. Would you agree?” He looked at Chas from under long eyelashes. “Please?”
“Uh,” Chas found himself staring into hopeful and compelling green eyes and tried to think of some way to say no, that it would be going against John’s orders. Unfortunately, all he managed to come up with was, “I can’t dance?”
Miracue’s smile was soft and small, nothing mocking as he pulled an awkward but no longer resisting Chas towards him. “I would love nothing more but to teach you.”
Chas was lightly tugged towards the dance floor by a practically gliding Miracue while he stumbled and darted his eyes towards the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but the beautiful - he’d never used that description for a man before, not even John, but this guy just was - form of his soon-to-be dance partner.
When they reached the centre of the floor, he felt Miracue’s fingers glide over his wrist, making him look up into warm eyes. “I will not ask you to trust me, as I doubt you would with the work you are apart of.” He chuckled lightly at the instantaneous sheepish look that covered Chas’s face. “I do not mind, Chas.” He assured briefly before he slowly brought his free hand to brush Chas’s hip. “Will you allow me to hold us close together?”
Chas felt a sudden wave of indignation and he narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’m not about to fucking run away screaming.”
Miracue laughed in response, it was beautiful; dancing through the air and sounding better then any song the club had played since Chas had been there.
“You’re not human.” It was a statement and it made Miracue pause, a small frown appearing.
“Not entirely,” He answered honestly, a hint of sadness appearing. “It bothers you.”
Chas shook his head, a small grin appearing at the slight shock that flittered across Miracue’s face. “You haven’t tried to kill me yet, and you don’t seem too deadly, so, no. For a dance, it doesn’t.”
He felt arms wrap around his waist then, pulling him closer as Miracue smiled. He quickly let his own arms do the same, if not a tad more awkwardly as Miracue slowly started to move them to the beat. A slow dance Chas thought with a snort of slight amusement, the bastard probably planned it.
Despite his thoughts though, he kept his attention on watching his feet nervously, trying to avoid looking at Miracue or the other people in the club. He could feel eyes on him, and he could imagine why. Miracue was gorgeous and what was he? Chas, that was who; boring, young, stupid Chas with his taxi and his dumb hat, who was anything but graceful or pretty.
He felt lips by his ear and a warm breath brushing it. “If this makes you uncomfortable, you are aware we can stop, are you not?”
From anyone else, Chas would have taken it as patronizing, but with Miracue it just seemed to be the way the words flowed out from his mouth.
When Chas felt a slight press of fingers to his lower back, as if prompting a response, Chas gave a small, somewhat sarcastic laugh as he looked up at Miracue and away from his feet. “You know that everyone here probably thinks you’re one of the most attractive people in this city, right?”
For the first time all evening, Miracue looked slightly uncomfortable. “People find me appealing, yes.”
“Right,” Chas agreed, “so can you imagine what it feels like for me; the kid who is the loser by default and has no girlfriends or boyfriends. That he finds himself in the middle of an awesome club that he got into by the help of his boss only to end up on the dance floor in his crap clothes with the prom king.” Chas shook his head slightly. “If this was a normal bar I’d assume you were just playing a joke on me.”
Miracue was silent for a long moment before he said quietly, “Chas, you are beautiful. I do not break my word lightly, but tonight I will by taking something I have not yet asked for.”
Chas never got a chance to figure out what the other meant before the arms were gone from his waist and his chin was tilted up by two fingers. Miracue was then placing a soft kiss to his lips.
His eyes widening dramatically, Chas didn’t get to do much else but make a small squeaking noise before the other was pulling back. “You are more beautiful then I could ever hope to be, and I would say more to assure of this, but,” he flicked his eyes to the left of Chas, “I do not wish to upset Midnite tonight.”
“Wha-” Chas started to say, but before he could even finish the word, Miracue was practically melting into the crowd and disappearing. Chas barely got time to blink again before he had a hand tightly clenching his upper arm before he was yanked off the dance floor.
He twisted his head and found himself looking at the back of John’s; he was purposefully keeping his face from Chas’s view.
“John-”
“We’re leaving,” John all but growled and Chas found himself staring in complete confusion at the exorcist. What the fuck was his problem?
“Did something go wrong with Midnite?” Chas questioned, thinking back on Miracue’s words about the club owner. Did he know that the conversation John had would turn out badly?
John was silent, but he was still radiating anger and his fingers were about ready to fucking bruise Chase’s arm. He tried to pull out of the other’s grasp, but John only held him tighter in response, making him hold down a wince as he was yanked more forcefully through the club.
“John, what the fuck?” He demanded.
John was completely silent, but the way he kicked open the club’s door and pulled Chas onto the street, showed his rage was far from gone.
Chas felt his own anger start to boil, mixing with his emotions from earlier that evening. He glared at the other’s back. “For fuck’s sake, John. You drag me here how many times and just when I’m actually starting to have fun you decide to-woah.”
Chas found himself spun around and pushed tightly up against the cab, his eyes wide as he caught a glimpse of John’s face and just how tight it was. He had never seen John that pissed off before, not even after a bad exorcism or anything. He felt a surge of terror go through him, battling with the anger for dominance over his next move.
In the end, fear won. “Uh, J-John?”
John’s jaw clenched and his fingers dug into Chas’s shoulders. Chas didn’t say a word. He just bit down on the sound of protest that was crawling up his throat in response to the pain now going through his shoulders. Right now he was more concerned about getting out of this alive, rather than having a few bruises.
Something briefly flashed across John’s face before he suddenly pulled back from Chas, his anger being pushed behind his emotionless mask as he shoved his hands in his pocket. He glared slightly, and it was the same one he always got when he was looking for his cigarettes only to realise he didn’t have them anymore.
Chas swallowed slightly, small trembles wracking his frame as he stared at John in confusion and slight worry. “Are you okay?”
The look John sent Chas was deadly, and Chas almost flinched, but managed to stop himself at the last moment.
“You are never coming back here with me,” John told him, voice cold and sharp.
Chas opened his mouth, ready to protest but he suddenly had John’s hand at the back of his shirt before he was being shoved towards the front door of the cab, and after John swiftly unlocked it - Chas had no idea when he took the keys - he was shoving him inside.
He was in the backseat moments later and Chas opened his mouth to speak, but John got there first. “Shut the fuck up.”
Chas wanted to growl out a response, ask him what the fuck his problem was, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew that John would probably kill him if he said anything, so with barely restrained anger, he turned on the car and started pulling away from the curve.
When he glanced into the rear-view mirror though, he startled slightly to see Miracue outside the club, head tilted slightly and a sad smile on his face as he gave the barest wave.
Chas only had to blink however and he was gone, leaving Chas to wonder if he’d just imagined the other as part of a desperate want to be anywhere else but in the same car as a pissed off John Constantine. Especially when he had no idea what had happened in order for John to end up that way.
Part 2