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WHO: I'll get back to you on that.
WHERE: Outside the City, at Diana and Zee's place.
WHEN: 3 PM on Sunday, May 20th.
WARNINGS: I'll get back to you on this, also.
SUMMARY: See this post.
FORMAT: Respond however you want.

It shouldn't come as a shock to anyone that Zatanna's house is even bigger on the inside than it appears from the curb. It also shouldn't come as a shock that the backyard is the same; while it's normally rather large, she's put forth a great deal of energy into making it big enough to hold a waterpark. It also isn't visible from the front yard or around the privacy gate. If someone were to take an aerial photo, all they'd see is a moderate-sized empty yard full of shrubbery and a patio set. There's obviously no reason Mitch shouldn't attend in a speedo, right?

There are tables of snacks and drinks, some of which are alcoholic -- but don't worry, if anyone under 21 grabs one, it turns into ginger ale. As boasted in her text, there is, in fact, cake. Two different kinds (neither with nuts just in case someone has allergies), one vanilla and covered in strawberries and the other a fancy-looking, layered chocolate. Both were bought from a little hole-in-the-wall bakery several blocks from her home that she and Larsa have been frequenting.

Though it is her birthday, Zatanna is playing gracious hostess, while wearing a very fitting swimsuit and occasionally toting around a cat or two.

This is sort of open. Feel free to tag in with whatever. c:

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There we are. Think she'll be down for that.

Don't think I've ever had it before. S'alright?

Pretty good, actually. It's the American version, though. The original stuff in Jamaica has a lot higher alcohol content. They always water shit down here. It's a shame.

That is. Just means you got to drink more, though.

Yup. I'm used to it. I don't have the balance for kegstands, but I can murder a beer bong.

I have no idea what that is. But it sounds fantastic.

A keg stand is usually done with two people holding you upside down by your ankles while you chug from the keg tap. Nobody will ever hold me up, though, and I can't manage a handstand on my own.

A beer bong is when you hook a hose to a big ass funnel and let someone pour booze down your throat til you can't take any more. Both are kinda endurance tests for drinkin.

Not what I was thinking, then. [chuckle]

Sounds like a way to liven up a party, still.

Sure is! .... And I guess you could use beer as bong water, but damn that would get sorta rank pretty quick.
Hard liquor might work better... Y'know, you and me should party some time, rock star. Run these experiments...for science.

Rum. Or tequila. [thinking. right, right. smoking. not just alcoholism.] Or something with a good flavour.

[he grins.]

I'm down. Lot I've caught up with, 'bout the future, but some things, I'm still behind on. Obviously.

I love tequila! Vodka, goldschlagger or something might be better for taste. No reason not to dry a few different things!

[She smiles back, amused at his interest, and laughing at the poor bastard's out of date knowledge of drug and drinking technology.]

Well, I'd be happy to help you get caught up! Shame nobody's shown you all the important updates before this. Ever hear of a gravity bong?

Mmm. Makes it properly scientific, don't it?

[You will have an eager student, Pam. He may loathe stoner culture, but more efficient or pleasant ways of knocking himself off his ass are always welcome.]

Naw. What the hell is that?

Exactly. Maybe set up a few water pipes in a row. A control with water... wear some lab coats. All real technical. And, of course, get baked out of our minds.

[She grins and laughs, thinking about making him an enormous gravity bong.]

You make like...half a bong, right? You have a smoke chamber that's open at the bottom, and a bowl through a cork that plugs the top. You sink the chamber in water, plug the top and light the bowl. Then lift it out of water and the whole chamber --however big of a jug or whatever you use-- fills with smoke. Pull the cork, put your mouth on it, and shove it back down, pushing the pure smoke into yer lungs. Tada!