The Haunting In Gotham [Alice]

[John Constantine]

"Brandy if you have it, love." John slung his gun over his shoulder. "I'm going to check the back. Won't be too long."

[Alice Challen]

Alice, already quite cheerful at the prospect of serving a guest a beverage, visibly brightened. No one had called her love in years. Not since her father had been murdered. But when he was alive that had been his pet name for her. He said it with the most charming British accent.  She loved listening to him talk. His accent really stood out in France. It made her want to visit Britain some day.


Pleased, she scurried off to the kitchen. She prepared fresh cups of coffee for the two of them; and, she pulled out the bottle of brandy. She skipped out back to where Mr. Constantine was, clutching two coffee cups, a bottle of brandy, and an empty glass for said brandy to her chest. She looked to him expectantly, unsure of whether he was prepared to accept his beverages right away. Her tiny frame looked quite overwhelmed with all the items; but, as of yet nothing had spilled.

[John Constantine]

John smiled as he observed her holding the brandy. "Lovely. Just a measure of that would be great."

[Alice Challen]

Alice's arms were completely full. She hesitated for a moment before gently setting everything down one by one. Amazingly enough nothing spilled. Then again maybe it wasn't so amazing. As a gymnast, balance and precision was everything.

She poured some of the brandy in the glass and held it out to him. "Here you go, Mr. Constantine!" she said cheerfully. "And I brought you the coffee too in case you'll want it afterwards."

Alice herself didn't drink. She was of legal age but the thought of compromising her motor functions terrified her. And the damage wouldn't be limited to her response time. Her brain would be more sluggish as well. She couldn't imagine why people would want to dull their senses. Especially when alcohol was so expensive. It was pricey, almost entirely devoid of nutritional value, and it slowed down both your thinking and your reflexes. Not her cup of tea at all.

[John Constantine]

"Excellent." John took the brandy and took a swig of it. "Mmm. That's good."

[Alice Challen]

Alice beamed. "Dad loved it," she said with fondness. She had no ill memories of brandy. It had been wine that killed her parents.

"You can take the bottle when you leave. I have no need of it." She very much doubted she would have another guest. No, she'd probably die before someone else came calling.

[John Constantine]

"Thanks, but I...ah-ha!" John crouched down next to a door. "This was forced open by someone."

[Alice Challen]

Alice picking up her cup of coffee to sip it, squatted down next to Mr. Constantine. "Yes, that's what it looks like," she agreed. She forced a door open on one or two occasions. Enough to know the tell tale signs. Question was, why would someone want to force her door in? It hadn't been her doing. No, she always remembered her keys. And even if she forgot she'd simply call her landlord. Cheaper than damaging the door. She had to be careful with her funds.

And despite what Mr. Constantine thought she wasn't rich. She didn't have any particularly valuable items in her apartment. And whatever cash she withdrew was always in her backpack, typically on her person. And if someone had chosen to break in why all the elaborate games? It didn't make sense.

[John Constantine]

"Whoever did this is careful about clearing up after themselves." John observed. "There's no sign of them anywhere else."

[Alice Challen]

Alice thought long and hard. "Um...I really don't think I've broken into here before." There would be no reason for her to do so. Sure sometimes she could be a little fuzzy about the details after her various excursions; but, she was sure she would have remembered breaking into her own house. She couldn't recall ever having forgotten her keys. Still..For the life of her she couldn't figure out why anyone else would want to.