[She means to help steady him, but quickly decides to take a step back after the start of his spiel. Zatanna suddenly feels very much like an idiot and she visibly pales while averting her gaze. It's like the light switch has been turned on in that pretty little head of hers. This was bound to happen at some point, wasn't it? With how she flirts... She never meant to hurt anyone, though.]
I. [It's all she can really come up with. Her mouth feels dry all of a sudden and she knows alcohol certainly won't help with that, so she lets his glass slide out of her hand against the bar, all the while thinking just how much she could use that liquid courage right now. She still manages to muster it up and crosses the distance and almost pitifully takes the fabric of his shirt into a hand, giving it a tug while she slips a few fingers against his arm -- just barely there..] You should stay.
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I. [It's all she can really come up with. Her mouth feels dry all of a sudden and she knows alcohol certainly won't help with that, so she lets his glass slide out of her hand against the bar, all the while thinking just how much she could use that liquid courage right now. She still manages to muster it up and crosses the distance and almost pitifully takes the fabric of his shirt into a hand, giving it a tug while she slips a few fingers against his arm -- just barely there..] You should stay.