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WHO: The Birthday Boy and Friends. And acquaintances.
WHERE: Bewitched.
WHEN: Friday, April 12th. 7pm - 11:30pm or so.
WARNINGS: Soon enough.
SUMMARY: The worst surprise party in the history of surprise parties.
FORMAT: Just make your own sub-threads and jam! Please remember to tag yourselves in!

Zatanna's club is more than modest in size and has a distinct art deco feel to it; the structure remains almost entirely as it was when she bought it aside from minor fixes (mostly make sure it was safe and clean). The glass ceiling that spans the lofty entrance makes for an interesting start. It's easier to get lost looking up than down the halls that curve to a vast library of strange and esoteric texts, dressing rooms, and various currently unused rooms that the magician has sealed and locked.

Past the ticket booth (and what appears to be a currently-closed gift shop of sorts) is the main show room and a few others to each side of it. While these aren't closed, there's nothing special about them for the moment. The interior of the main room is as it usually is, with no new decorations aside from plenty of balloons littered across the ceiling. The floor has left room for those who choose to dance, but plenty of tables and chairs for people to sit at. The bar is busy with more than one man behind it mixing drinks. On stage, there's a live band. Her employees are in the crowd mingling, entertaining guests when they see fit (and if they so choose); mostly, they're keeping to themselves and chatting with whoever catches their fancy.

Outside there are chauffeurs and large, burly men taking the invitations in exchange for entry. It isn't impossible to sneak in with fake ones or through other means...

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[Jack slowly sits down. He does not visibly relax. Perhaps he's able to sense Zatanna's sinister flower-related intentions for him.]

I'm guessing he's not too happy about all this, huh.

[Gosh, why is Jack always so tense around her? Maybe it's the boobs (it must be, they're pretty great).]

Parties are great, so long as they're not about him and he can come and go at will. He'll get over it.

[Every set of boobs he gets interested in has terrible things happen to their owner Zee maybe he's just looking out for you.]

I guess he'll just have to, won't he? [Soft chuckle.]

I think he'll like his gift. That should help.

[Welcome to her world, but with peens.]

If he wants my gift, he will. [Her eyes widen in delight. She's very clearly excited about whatever she has planned to give him!] What did you get him?

[Their lives are hard.]

Handgun kit, high-quality. [Jack smiles a little, proud of his selection. It's the good stuff under his arm.] Customizable accessories, maintenance parts, everything he could need.

A fine choice! Although I confess I don't know much about firearms. I'm sure he'll be pleased with it, if only because he's got himself a new toy.

[If Jack says it's good shit, it's gotta be!]

I'm surprised you haven't learned anything, living with him. He's always known his way around a sidearm.

[Jack pauses, suddenly struck with the knowledge that holy crap he's known James Bond for the better part of three years, and has been in multiple shootouts at his side.]

We don't live together, Jack. [There's something to how she says it; almost like she's uncomfortable with discussing that. Or, maybe she's thought on it a lot.] Um. Carlton taught me a bit. Weapons have never really been my thing. [Somehow talking about Lassiter was less touchy. Hrm.]

Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you did. [Jack's not quite socially dense enough to miss the cues that he's on the verge of stepping in something pretty squishy here.]

What kind of things did he teach you?

I still live outside the City, but it's now limited to myself and Larsa. James still has the same apartment. [Although James moving in might be more awkward than not. She can't imagine him ever giving up his place, let alone living with Larsa.]

I can shoot a shotgun, but everything else is basically handguns. I can't really take them apart or anything, but I've got a decent shot and I don't need anyone to load it for me -- anymore.

[Jack nods cautiously.] He does seem like the kind of guy who'd prefer to stay closer to the City.

[That's where the action is, after all. Jack allows himself to smirk a little at Zee's gun experiences.]

You needed someone to load for you?

I think it's more an independence thing. In between, my house is quiet but then there's suddenly a dozen people in it. I think domesticity scares him.

[It's hard to say how much of that is a joke.]

I'm sorry but we don't usually aim to kill in my world and a few well-placed words generally work better for me than that. [She gives him a friendly slap to the back.] Smart ass.

[The back slap and the jokes, coming from someone Jack trusts more than most, results in a new achievement unlocked for Zee: getting Jack Bauer to actually throw his head back a bit and laugh. It's a pity he doesn't do it more often; it's a nice, happy sound from a man who usually makes few of those.]

Hey, I wasn't gonna judge you or anything.

[And then, probably too soon for her liking, Jack's getting up.]

I'd better go find the man of the hour. I'll see you around, Zatanna.

[Now there is a sound she likes. She's making it a personal goal to hear that laugh at least one more time before the year ends, which she hopes isn't going to be too difficult.]

Oh please. You're already judging me and you know it! I'll forgive you for it this time, if only because you still caved and came here.

[But before he leaves, she has to make this awkward and slip a hand over his shoulder while she dips in to give him a peck on the cheek.] It was good seeing you again, Jack.

[Jack just barely manages to avoid showing his reaction to that sudden kiss. Barely. He keeps his cool as he moves away with a parting nod.]

Right back at you.