As the sun dipped below the London skyline,
John Constantine held a mug of cold British lager, savoring the crisp taste and the fleeting sense of relief that came with another day of outwitting demons and evil warlocks. Standing tall in the crowded pub, his worn trenchcoat flapping open to reveal a rumpled white shirt and a pair of scuffed boots, he gazed out at the room with a mixture of disdain and amusement, the dim lighting and raucous chatter of the patrons a welcome respite from the darkness that lurked just beyond the edge of reality. John surveyed the room and announced
"Cheers, mate! Let's get smashed!" to the few patrons conscious enough to understand his words.
[Workflow: I started with some Tengr input images, took the pieces I wanted, and merged them into the final image. Artifacts cleaned up in Affinity with various Fx, color tweaks, and other adjustments for the finished look and feel.]
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