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WHO:

sdrawkcabcigam.
WHERE: Vegas. Not Canada.
WHEN: Very early on Thursday, September 15th.
WARNINGS: TBA. Idk.
SUMMARY: Mature and rational adults deal with their issues head-on... by drinking and gambling. And at some point seeing Thunder Down Under.
FORMAT: Action!

They'd left early afternoon on Tuesday and Zatanna had checked the Network a grand total of... once in this whole while. Catching Bruce had been fortunate, but she'd quickly ditched her phone back at her place before moving back to Vegas with Buffy. The plan was to return maybe on Friday. Maybe.

She aimed for them to hang around hotels and casinos that she hadn't performed at. Right now, they were on the main floor of one of the swankier hotels, sitting in a pretty little private area surrounded by empty glasses that were about to be picked up as fresh drinks were dropped off. They'd gone casual for a bit, but tonight they'd gone for the VIP treatment and, the thing about that? You had to dress the part. The shopping excursion had been done while completely sober and it showed. Thankfully, being tucked away as they were, it was easy to ward off any potential suitors.

Gambling was being kept to a minimum. Even if Zatanna needn't cheat to win, it always came off that way. She'd dip her toes into that one they had decided to leave to go home or to a new place. Give or take a bit and they'd be ready to head off elsewhere. Food? Dancing? Karaoke? Strip club? The choices were endless... but most likely one of the latter two.

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Buffy crossed one leg over the other, staring down at her feet. How was she going to walk in those in a few hours she wondered. But the night was young and she couldn't worry about such things.

"Where to next?" she asked, trying to project as much cheer as she could as she sipped on her mojito.

Zatanna would fix the shoe deal before she got too tipsy to remember it, hopefully. She was an expert at running around in heels, but she much preferred flats. There were cute flats they could pull off, right?

"Um." Zatanna was out of booze so it was clearly meant to be, heading elsewhere. "We could head out to a proper club? Karaoke?" Was she drunk enough to take karaoke seriously? "Or. We could do... that one thing. That we talked about." Strippers. How taboo, Zee.

Buffy looked a little unsure, taking a ginger sip and not looking ready to chug and bolt yet. "I'm not sure how Peter would feel about that."

She felt so adult, which was funny because she was acting like a child really.

"One of those expensive shows that aren't... creepy? I don't think he'd have anything to be angry about, so long as there's no hanky-panky." Wow. Did she really just use that word? Really?

Zee still is sipping at the bottom of something large, frozen, and fruity. The slurping sound is obnoxious.

"...Did you just say hanky panky? I'm not sure if that means we should call it a night or if you need that much more liquor." So so unsure Zee.

"Could we pretend that never happened?" That was ranked pretty high on the embarrassment scale. She tries to play it cool and isn't swaying about. If she gets up and immediately falls to the ground when she tries to walk? Yeah, probably about time to call it a night. If she's the ability to walk and continue to not slur? Then the night is young and they should at least try to make it to daybreak.

Buffy gave a knowing look, but she was far from done herself, tipping the glass back before setting it on the counter.

"Pretend what never happened?" A sweet smile as she bounced off the stool. It was at least time to move on.

"I knew you were my favorite for a reason." She doesn't specify favorite what, but that's mostly because she doesn't want to think about it. And it isn't like she has any other assistants.

Since she was getting up, Zatanna follows suit, somewhat comforted by the solid ground under her feet. She gingerly takes a few steps, almost experimentally. There's no wobbling, so it would seem that they're good to go. "Guess we should be on our way." Once it hit about four in the morning, things were a bit slower. Less fun, somehow. There was plenty of time until then, but her mind wasn't quite grasping that at the moment. It was like every second they wasted they were moving far closer to that point in time.

Confidently, she falls into step with Zatanna, realizing somewhere off in the distant corner of her mind that girls with boyfriends didn't dress this way. Or go to strip clubs. Of course, she could justify all she wanted that this was for Zee, but she still knew the truth.

"Maybe I should text him," Buffy says suddenly, trying to muddle through the truths and her own emotions before coming up with the right name. "Peter."