hexappeal: (this ain't no disco.)
Zatanna Zatara ([personal profile] hexappeal) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2013-04-12 06:23 pm

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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...
allbloodyhail: (more buffy emofaces)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2013-05-09 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[His hands slowly track up her back as he hugs her back, eyes closing. She's so warm and he really has to be leaving ...now. But then the hug is ending and she's kissing his cheek and this is like a friendzoning right out of a TV show. His TV show tbh.]

...Yeah, yeah. You don't have to make me feel better about it. I'm not some teenage girl who's off to slit her wrists over you.

I'm gonna go wish your beau a happy one, then see myself out. [He starts to back away, his eyes shining with something that very well could be fear.]
allbloodyhail: (don't come back for me)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2013-05-09 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He stares down at their hands, chest growing tighter by the minute.] I won't be. [He swallows.] I'm not, alright?

Just... [Spike disentangles himself firmly and takes another step back.] Enjoy the rest of your night.
allbloodyhail: (hrgg)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2013-05-10 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[his face screws up in visible pain, and he's crossing the distance between them again, brushing by her to pick his drink back up. He downs it then glances at her, close to him like this. He tries with all his might to feel nothing, but it's no use.]

You can't get rid of me, yeah? It's too late for that.
allbloodyhail: (the monster inside)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2013-05-11 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Spike's lips draw into a thin line. He's not in the mood, Zee, sorry.] No, I don't. [Slowly, deliberately, he sweeps the hair off her shoulder, and leans in juuuust a bit.] I'll be seein' you.

[And then he's gone, like a really really gay memory. Off to steal scotch for your boyfriend okok. Because that's how he rolls.]