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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

Comments

[hexappeal]

[Zatanna just... nods. She's listening, but it's hard to say how much of the information is being filtered and how much she's retaining.]

Yeah. I'll... listen. I just don't know how I feel about all of this.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

There are times you gotta say "fuck it" and just go with whatever your heart's feeling in that moment.

[she gives her a pointed look.

sally. really shouldn't be giving anyone love/relationship advice tbh.]

[hexappeal]

It's all jumbled. [Zatanna makes a point to avert her eyes, tilting her head to the side with a bit of a frown.] This sucks.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

It does, but time seems to sort some things out.

[another drink is finished in record time, and she shakes her head a little.]

You'll see what happens when you see him face-to-face. Feelings are supposed to be mixed sometimes, y'know?

[hexappeal]

[A long-suffering sigh, mixed with something almost bratty.] Can I at least throw a drink at his face if he keeps being an ass?

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

[she raises her empty glass as a sort of salute, and laughs.]

You have my permission, hon.

[hexappeal]

Glad to know I've your approval. I'd hate to end up arguing with two friends.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

It takes more than that to get me riled up. An' I'm not one to hold grudges for too long.

[she tries her damnedest though! and there have always been exceptions.]

[hexappeal]

Ah, but it's easier to hold onto one if it's someone you trust, isn't it? Just as I'm more likely to punch James in the face because I do trust him. He should know better.

[How is he even a lady's man... such a douche.]

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

[there's a falter in her happy-go-lucky act, and she nods along.]

That it is.

[AND SHE GOES TO POUR HERSELF ANOTHER DRINK]

It's a punch to the gut when they do shit like that.