Zatanna Zatara (
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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...
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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Yours better be damn good if you intend to make up for this. [Not that he needs or expects much beyond the evening together and maybe even him getting his own way.]
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I'd like to think it is. [Oh, he'll get his own way. Whatever he wants! Not that Zee isn't usually pretty agreeable in that facet of their life.]
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With a slowly growing smirk, his right hand slides down to rest at her thigh, fingers creeping just under the hem of her skirt.] Handcuffs?
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You know how easily I slip out of them. It's not a particularly good gift, assuming that's what I've gotten you... and mind the thigh-highs. I don't want a run in them. [Says she who will say it backwards to fix them if they do.]
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Who said anything about you wearing the handcuffs? [But James is a bit of an escape artist himself, at times. When he's not tied to chairs. Chairs are one of the few things he seems incapable of escaping.]
You know I don't need anything, darling. I have all I need right here.
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It might come in handy. Just give it a bit and you'll see. The evening's almost over now, anyway. [She slips a hand around to his ass to give it a slap before slipping an arm around his waist while she shifts to standing beside him.] Come on, let me buy you a drink.
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I thought it was an open bar. [He's been getting a hell of a lot of freebies all night if it isn't. But then again... birthday. Whatever. He's not going to argue about the offer for more alcohol.]
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What's your poison? It might be your last before the clock chimes midnight and you turn back into a pumpkin, so try to make it good! [The place seems so empty, all of a sudden. It seems she was rather strict on that end time.]
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Did you tell everyone I have a strict bed time? Seems to clear out quick.
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I can be a very scary woman, as you may be well aware. My secrets are for me alone.
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Still, he's not going to turn down a well made martini, which he reaches for the second it presents itself. And damn, it really is a well made one.]
You must have scared a lot of people to get them here. Most my acquaintances- [He struggles to use the word 'friend'.] -aren't exactly a social lot.
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There was some scaring involved in the specifics, but they all came of their own free will. Mitch was one of the easiest, believe it or not. He was actually offended that he thought I'd have to drag him -- which is essentially what I've done with every other function he's attended. [It says a lot about how much Mitch valued their friendship.]
Billy Idol hadn't even been invited, but the party crasher still got in somehow. [She neglects to mention that he pilfered something from the bar to give to James as his gift, but Zatanna suspects that he already knows as much. It's pretty obvious by looking at the stock behind the counter and how it's lined up... James has an eye for that sort of thing.]
So. [She ruffles the skirt of her dress a little, flipping it back and forth almost demurely as she attempts to change the tides of the conversation.]
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We'll forgive him, if only because he's British. [Solidarity sisters, wooo.
But my, isn't that skirt ruffling distracting. Sort of tempts him to start trying to get his hand up there again, but he's behaving, plus he's drinking.]
Is it present time...? [A tiny little smirk curling at his lips, because he's still fairly certain it involves mostly just sexing.]
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When you've finished your drink it will be. [She'd just bat his hand away and look a little disappointed. It isn't that she would be disinterested in sex, of course; in fact, she plans on quite a lot of it following the gift-giving! However, she's being serious about all of this. Serious and, well. She really does love him. All of her little gestures while she's with him tonight, the way she says every word (particularly his name). All of it is about him and her feelings toward him.
There might even be a little blush dusting her cheeks now, but she'll just attribute that to alcohol. She reaches over for a hand without looking at him and places hers on top of his. Her fingers curl, lightly.] I am glad you are here. [She doesn't specify in what sense, but she means all of them.]
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Better finish this quick then. [He comments, yet still sips it lightly. A good Martini is to be savoured, after all.
The hand on his, the blushing, the soft words, they're all something he tries to reciprocate in some way, if only by the light smile on his features.] Mm, I'm glad you're here with me.
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That's what I've been saying, though I did encourage you to enjoy it.
[She still somehow plays it up. There's something about being alone with him and being alone with him somewhere that isn't their homes or a hotel room or whatever that brings this out in her. Her free hand comes to rest on her neck, fingers curling slightly. The conversation isn't too great; it's almost silent. But that's one of many things she likes about their relationship: they can both be themselves and don't feel the need to always talk about everything and to entertain one another. This is who they are. And it feels like how it used to be in this moment, before things got really complicated and they decided that arguing was more interesting than companionable silence and meaningful stares. Despite this, her heart still feels like it could explode whenever he's near her.]
I love you very much and you make me very happy -- so much happier than I've been in a very long time. I know that we've sat down and worked things out and I know that I've told you this before, but it's worth repeating. [Zatanna removes her hand from her skin and holds it out as a very slightly filled glass comes to it. She raises it toward him.] Here's to another year.