John Constantine (walkthepath) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-09-12 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, john constantine (walkthepath), ~2020 september, ~~zatanna zatara (madeofmagics) |
Who: Constantine and Zatanna
What: Seeing a certain bird with his own eyes
Where: Verdant
When: Evening
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed
Zatanna had mentioned that she'd been in this bloody place for years, something that grated a bit on him. Not because of her telling him that, but the idea that he wouldn't of known. Which bothered him more than he'd ever care to admit. This was a woman that he cared a great deal for and hadn't seen in what felt like centuries.
He'd gotten the envelope from whatever bloke that had been, who had promptly runoff. Something that had amused John to no end. Then, of course, his mind went to a few of the other ladies in his life. Like Sara. She was so far in the bloody past it wasn't funny. Made him wonder about a few things. Even more so when he found out that Laurel was the business end of this place he was going to.
When he walks into Verdant it's with his usual swagger and his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He'd never been in this place before, not even back home. It was a nice little club and he lets his eyes scan the room for a moment before landing on the bird that he'd come there to see.
Moving over he slips up onto a stool beside her, "Zatanna. Looking beautiful as ever, love."