121 The enemy of my enemy is my friend

John rushed through the city, he knew that Constantine needed him if the Barkeeper took the liberty to call him for help. It was normal for them to be completely drunk when they visited that bar but usually the barkeeper would just lay them in a seperate room to get sober but now it seems that Constantine wasn't there to party and needed help from a friend. And John wanted to be that friend, he kept running through the city pushing aside people that were in his way.

John reached the bar and when he entered it he saw the sad figure of Constantine, he was laying on the bartable in his own puke dozens of glasses and glass shards were laying around him and several empty bottles of booze were there too. John knew that something really bad must have happened to Constantine if he ended up in such a state. John went up to Constantine and grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up and looked him in the face.