Winifred "Fred" Burkle (![]() ![]() @ 2011-10-16 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | winifred burkle, zatanna zatara |
Coffee and a bit of Scandal (Zatanna)
Storm, drinks, rallies. It was all a bit much. Not that Fred couldn't handle the chaos, but she still hadn't found the books. She was beginning to get a little worried about them as she did feel a little responsible for them because they'd been in the apartment when she was living there and all. Of course, they weren't her books, and it really wasn't her apartment, other than she was living in it. She couldn't decide if she missed the quiet days of nothing happening or not. She was in the City, so it never really got overly quiet. There was always something going on, but sometimes the something didn't seem as crazy.
Having a possible boyfriend was odd. She wouldn't complain, but it was strange. The brainy female wasn't sure what to do about it. There were times she thought she should probably tell him to find someone who wasn't half as insane as she felt sometimes. She hadn't even had any good talks with anyone, not that she had many people to have good talks with. She hadn't seen Eric in a while, and was actually beginning to wonder if he was okay. She guessed she'd know if he wasn't - she knew he'd been upset when the werecreatures were running around. She actually felt a little bad that she hadn't gone to check on him. She'd have to do that soon, maybe.
With nothing important to do, no calls to manage, nothing to research for now, Fred decided it was time for a little coffee. Sure, she'd been drinking it this whole time, but she hadn't had a good sit down in a cafe with a clipboard - she'd gotten a new one - and have a bit of coffee and cake, cookie, muffin, something sweet and delicious.
So, there she was enjoying her coffee and sweet when she caught a bit of something on a forgotten copy of the City's paper. There was a very nice picture of Jack and Zatanna, the shower lady, and one of Dinah and Harry; there was even a little inset of Oliver and Zatanna. Her eyes dropped to text, and quickly got wide as she read the words.
Scandal in the races already? Late one night, our intrepid reporters caught a dashing blond mayoral candidate snuggling up to not one but two women. Could there be something racy going on? One was a bit mousy, soft, and quiet. According to some sources, she's the one the candidate is officially dating. But, she's nothing like the hot number he was chasing after later. The hot number looked a little angry. Was she mad that the candidate was out on the town with the mouse rather than her? And what was this? Hot number left with the rich boy? Well, well, well. A love parallelogram? Listen, blond pretty boy candidate, that may work back home, but in the City, well, honestly, it may work, too. Just ask a local hunter or a local country boy.
Well, that was certainly one take on the night. Fred set the paper down and took a very large bite of blueberry muffin she'd gotten.