Who: Angelika (briefly), Zatanna and John Where: Random bar in New London. What: She shows up to help him home. When: Now. Rating: High - he's a cheeky bastard.
Zatanna and Angelika were at Royal Hawaiian Hotel, Zatanna just wrapped up a show and was backstage meeting a few fans and taking pictures. Normally Angelika would hang around, poking fun at the attention Zatanna got, but tonight she was on the phone frowning as she was typing.
Zatanna excused herself letting the staff escort the fans out and headed over to her daughter, "Angel, What's wrong?" she asked as she leaned over to see what was going on. Angel looked up at her mom, moved the phone to let her read and Zatanna sighed, "go home, I'll meet you there in a bit." She leaned over, kissed her daughters head, "I'll handle it."
She slipped in her dressing room, changed from her shorts to jeans, grabbed her leather jacket before magically opening a door to the streets of London. Stepping through the door, she slid her jacket and snapped her fingers to close the doorway.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped toward the bar where John had spent the night drinking. Stopping at the door, she paused before opening it to steady herself. John used to be the love of her life, most likely still is, but they were bad for each other and he had broken her heart to the very core. They had been working on being civil to each other, maybe even budding a friendship. Angelika had bridged the gap that was keeping them from communicating.
Pulling the door open, she stepped in, her eyes scan the room than landed on him. Her heels were clicking against the sticky titles till she was next to him, "Mind if I join you?" she asked him casually.