[She hooks her arm around one of his and gives a sharp tug toward the cellar door, unlocking it with a mutter of a spell then opening it with her free hand. She starts down the stairs with another pull so he follows her, thankfully not hard enough to have him stumbling down with her in tow.
It's pretty swank down there; it is not the dank wine cellar of a musty mansion of yesteryear. It's more of a happenin', swingin' pad, complete with a record player and a sitting area. There's a decent-sized television and some media to sort through, but more importantly, a corridor is lined with casks and bottles piled waist-high. There's a door, too. Presumably with more steeped and luxurious vintages. Zatanna lets go of Ned's arm, finally, and gestures toward the lot with a flourish.]Ta-da!
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It's pretty swank down there; it is not the dank wine cellar of a musty mansion of yesteryear. It's more of a happenin', swingin' pad, complete with a record player and a sitting area. There's a decent-sized television and some media to sort through, but more importantly, a corridor is lined with casks and bottles piled waist-high. There's a door, too. Presumably with more steeped and luxurious vintages. Zatanna lets go of Ned's arm, finally, and gestures toward the lot with a flourish.] Ta-da!