"Beer's the elixir of life, don't let anyone tell you different. John Constantine," he said by way of introduction, and chuckled at the invitation. "What, me? Christ, I haven't done anything like that since Mucous Membrane broke up..."

He was about to decline when the song faded out, to be replaced by an old Sex Pistols tune he knew very well. Oh fuck me, it's too perfect.

Unable to resist, he dropped his cigarette and crushed it out with his heel, taking the shovel with a smirk on his face that was liable to turn into a stupid grin if he wasn't careful.

Striking a slightly-less-bad-than-the-Doctor's-but-still-fairly-ridiculous pose, he fixed his eyes intently on Pepper (who was easily young enough to be his daughter, possibly even his granddaughter--shameful, that's what it was) and 'sang' along with old Sid Vicious:

Look at that
Here she comes
Here comes that girl again
Wanted to date her since I don't know when
But she don't notice me when I pass
She goes with all the guys from outta my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else"