If someone else is going to play bartender, there is a very good chance that they will attract a wild John Constantine. This particular specimen of the 'Exorcist Demonus' approaches willingly enough at its favourite treats being laid out in the form of alcohols and mixers. Despite this species' longevity (supposed) this particular creature comes in easily enough. Unfortunately, cigarette smoke and a hard Scouse accent comes with him. It's a trade-off.

"I make it my business never to argue with the person lining up the drinks," John agrees easily enough. "Whatever is the special, I'll drink it. I have to ask though, what is that you're making?"

Because something that colourful is bound to attract attention. There's some skill there that needs complimented. Most attempts at rainbowed drinks becomes a muddy brown.

Finding what looks to be a fellow alcoholic that isn't a living version of himself is a bonus.

"Hit me with your best shot, bartender." Pause. Beat. "Or shots."