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capeandcowllogs2012-03-12 02:22 am
hexappeal) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-03-12 02:22 am
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WHO: Stephen Strange and Zatanna Zatara.
WHERE: Doctor Strange's place.
WHEN: Morning after Zee's Public Monologue Disaster 2012.
WARNINGS: Probably a lot of them.
SUMMARY: Zatanna heard that Doctor Strange is lounging on a luxurious bear skin rug in front of a fire while holding out two aspirin and beckoning for her to come to him -- how can she resist?
FORMAT: Quick to start, but I don't mind switching!
[Looking over the things she had said last night, Zatanna honestly wasn't all that surprised. Alcohol was just an excuse, not a reason. From the moment Doctor Strange had arrived in the City, she had been attracted to him; to suggest otherwise would be a blatant lie. Zatanna wasn't flirting or teasing just for the sake of it. She liked him, true enough, but there was more to it than enjoying his company.
She straightens her bowtie as she talks to him over the phone, keeping up the smalltalk almost nervously in the (assumed) vain hope that he wasn't just indulging a drunken magician on a bad night. To say she is pleased with the outcome would be an understatement. She makes sure that she's reapplied her lipstick before teleporting over, still on some level exactly what she'd expected of him.
Despite having a very long, very wine-saturated night, there's a spring in her step.]
Stephen? It's Zatanna. [Though she hopes her voice is recognizable by now -- and that he's not expecting anyone else.] I believe you have something I want? [She couldn't resist.]
WHERE: Doctor Strange's place.
WHEN: Morning after Zee's Public Monologue Disaster 2012.
WARNINGS: Probably a lot of them.
SUMMARY: Zatanna heard that Doctor Strange is lounging on a luxurious bear skin rug in front of a fire while holding out two aspirin and beckoning for her to come to him -- how can she resist?
FORMAT: Quick to start, but I don't mind switching!
[Looking over the things she had said last night, Zatanna honestly wasn't all that surprised. Alcohol was just an excuse, not a reason. From the moment Doctor Strange had arrived in the City, she had been attracted to him; to suggest otherwise would be a blatant lie. Zatanna wasn't flirting or teasing just for the sake of it. She liked him, true enough, but there was more to it than enjoying his company.
She straightens her bowtie as she talks to him over the phone, keeping up the smalltalk almost nervously in the (assumed) vain hope that he wasn't just indulging a drunken magician on a bad night. To say she is pleased with the outcome would be an understatement. She makes sure that she's reapplied her lipstick before teleporting over, still on some level exactly what she'd expected of him.
Despite having a very long, very wine-saturated night, there's a spring in her step.]
Stephen? It's Zatanna. [Though she hopes her voice is recognizable by now -- and that he's not expecting anyone else.] I believe you have something I want? [She couldn't resist.]