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[Dec. 14th, 2009|05:21 pm] |
Who: John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara
What: Getting drunk, who knows what else
When: The other day
Where: Her place
Warnings: Language at the very least, possible violence and other dirty things
After John said that he'd be by to pay her back for all of those drinks that he owed her, Zee laid back on her bed and sighed. She didn't know what the hell she was getting into. This weird thing that she'd tried with John hadn't exactly worked before, she didn't know why it would now. They were both better off just shagging each other and drinking and that was it. But she was really just.. lonely. And homesick. She missed her house so much. Just being in Gotham and well everywhere else. Sometimes she really hated this place. At least with Stephen, it had felt like a home. Now she just felt like she was back in a motel. Which she supposed, technically she was. Maybe a bit better than a hotel room, but not by much.
Staying there for a moment, she finally got herself off the bed and got dressed properly this time in case they were going out later or something. Neither of them liked to stick around inside for very long after all. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
Who: J and Mattie
What: Flying South for the Holidays- or, at least, to Australia.
When/Where: Backdated to after Mattie's post yesterday, first the White House in J's bedroom, then Lord Howe Island, Australia.
Warnings: Not yet, but I'll keep you posted.
J had been on his way towards a breakdown for most of the week, with the education summits, and the Health care summits, and the meetings... This whole leadership thing had come a long way, in two millenia. He needed a bit of a break. Thankfully, he had plenty of support from his staff- even if a lot of them tended to be overworked as well. Part of the reason he was bringing Mattie along; she had the same schedule he did, the same pressures. More, maybe, considering she was teh one putting herself in danger on his account. He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't have this again- people he was that responsible for.
But then, she was different. And... that was part of it, too. He couldn't deny he'd been falling for Mattie, hard, since she started working for him. Even over the chaos of the last year, she was always willing to listen to him, take the time out to sneak him off somewhere when he needed it. Like now. Eventually, they were going to have to talk about it. But for now, he needed to remember just what he needed, for a week away. The dangers of having people pack for you, for much of your life.
He was debating the merits of his sandals, when Mattie was announced at the door. "Yeah, man, let 'er in," |
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