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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...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I will always attend a function with you, should you need it.

(he offers her a small smile, wondering where to put James' gift- he assumes that he'd appreciate the old fashioned shaving kit and pocket watch.)

And dress the part.

I'm not sure if I'll ever need it, but I always enjoy your company.

[There's a pile over yonder that has yet to be touched, though some have given their gifts to him directly. Zatanna suspects those are the more dangerous sorts...]

You just like dressing up, don't you.

Events are much smaller here, but it does not mean that I cannot enjoy the moment.

(... he might as well press his luck.)

And I am too young here for a glass of wine.

Ah, well, I didn't want this to be large and crowded. No reason for that.

[And the way to get it isn't by being pushy and bratty about it!]

And too young you shall stay until your twenty-first birthday or a holiday in a year or two where I decide you may partake in one glass.

(it was worth a shot. larsa orders the best nonalcoholic drink that they have before sipping at it.)

Is this what people do at clubs?

[Zatanna already has his next orders ready for him, a Gunner. There's a bit of zazz to it.]

Mingle, dance, find themselves a quiet corner to relax in, drink. Depending on the club, yes. It's a place to make yourself feel like you're being social when you aren't -- or jump the shark and actually be social. [Hers is more upscale, so you don't find the grody sort here.] Mine is a performance club for the most part.

(if she couldn't already tell, this isn't the sort of thing that he's used to. larsa starts sipping on his drink, looking around at the club wondering if it's a good night to learn how to dance.)

Dancing, you say.

[She suspects he may be used to being surrounded by adults, however. Zatanna made a point of letting him know that he can leave at any time to make him (hopefully) more comfortable, at least.]

I did say, yes. The music's a little slower tonight, but I generally don't encourage like, electronica or anything here. [She seems okay with teaching him. Just gotta ask, sweetpea.]

(he puts his hand on her arm before giving her a small kiss goodnight.)

Or perhaps, I should give you time with your beloved. This is no place for - (you know, larsa getting in the way of make out sessions. he's watched the reboot of 90210.)

[She closes her eyes and responds by playfully twitching her nose.]

He's having his time with others right now. I don't think he'll mind if you steal me away for a while. [She'll have to block that.]

You do not mind dancing with your son? (because that's really cool. what mom wouldn't want to dance with her precious babbu?)

I wouldn't be offering if I did. You know I can be rather selfish at times, don't you? [Not Zee, that's for sure!]

You would have to teach me the dances.

And you think that would stop me?

I would simply think that you would wish to spend time with your beloved than your child. (he squeezes her hand gently before getting ready to leave.)