Zatanna Zatara (igamomoh) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-09 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | john constantine, zatanna zatara |
Who: Zatanna Zatara and John Constantine
What: Drinks
When: Backdated to Wednesday evening
Where: A bar
Status/Rating: incomplete/TBD
There was chain smoking, roving occultist, who was a good decade older than her, but also happened to be quite good in bed. Then there was the multi-billionaire that had a habit of running around dressed as a bat who she'd known since she'd been eight years old. They'd never gotten close enough for her to know whether or not he was good in bed. Oh the choices a girl had.
Dressed in black jeans and a black tank, Zatanna sat at the bar waiting for choice the first. She'd essentially told choice the first that she loved him and had decided promptly after that that she was never singing another note in her life. It wasn't that it wasn't true --it was in a way-- it was that she certainly hadn't meant to say it aloud, especially not when her feelings in general were mostly unresolved.
She wanted a beer to drown herself in already.