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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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By eleven-thirty. I'm not saying you have to stay the whole time, party-pooper. [Perhaps the most apt description of Mitchell Hundred there ever was.]

I knew he'd be pissed when I planned it, Mitch. I know he's off moping, but I think he'll look back on tonight favorably. [If only for the swag. Life lessons obviously aren't really his thing. More importantly, what comes at the stroke of midnight...] He'll be fine.

Hopefully. It's the memories that last more than the moment anyway, isn't it? [ He gave her something of a wan smile. Mitchell knew exactly how much of a party pooper he was. He wasn't always the most fun of people to be around, especially when he wasn't working (and maybe especially when he was, so you really couldn't win) but the fact of the matter was, he knew that some things like this were important to other people.

He could recognize it, and so he tried to support it as best he could. ]

But, ah, as long as you're okay with me cutting out early. No offense, but you know what happens if I leave the office for too long these days.

Tonight? It doesn't really matter which of them last longer. At least not until we're alone... and can be more genuine with one another. [She'd meant to just trail off there, but she realized that it sounded like it was about the more intimate part of their love life when it wasn't. Even then, they didn't shy away from sex. The part of their lives that they share that was more intimate was everything other than sex that drew them close. Their relationship was odd, to put it mildly.

But for the moment, it's about Mitch. Mitch and his inability to take his mind off of work for even a portion of a second.]

The same thing that would happen were you there, you mean? Yes.

[ He levels her a look. The kind of look that said "oh ew, Zee, please don't talk about your sex life more" look. It was a pretty common look between the two of them, all things considered. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but he really didn't need to talk about Zee's sex life. (Not that he had much to offer to the whole thing anyway.) ]

Hey! You never know! Soething could happen at any moment! Besides, you know what isn't happening? Shit getting done.

[ One track mind, the mayor. He did hate wasting time. ]

I don't mind, though, not really, Zee. Just let me bitch a little.

[As per usual, Zatanna chooses to ignore aforementioned look and pretend like it was gone in the blink of an eye.

She gets into his personal space with a shuffle of her feet, hand covering his mouth before her brain even registered that's what she's doing. And she pauses, staring it him before pulling her hand away.] You're, ah. Asking for trouble, is all. Bad juju and all.

[Remaining awfully close, she leans against him -- and then doesn't -- tilting from side to side on her feet as she continues.] You're the one that said "a little." Remember that.

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Christ, okay, okay. [ He backs up a half-step, holding his hands up to acquiesce to the obvious prodding. He knows he's being ridiculous, but the more time passes, the more he feels like he's standing still, letting things pass him by. Buried under all the work he has. ]

Alright, you're right.

So-- [ He's trying, Zee. He's really fucking trying. ] You did good getting this set up without him fucking knowing.