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WHO: John Constantine | afriendtosell & Zatanna Zatara sdrawkcabcigam
WHERE: Vegas, baby.
WHEN: Right after Zee's show, Easter Weekend; 24th-25th
WARNINGS: None right now!
SUMMARY: Zatanna needs someone to spend the weekend with, and John's only happy to oblige.
FORMAT: Para to start.
The crowd practically roared by the time Zatanna bowed, their applause coming to the stage like some physical force John could only feel in his bones. The show had been a success -- he'd already heard some of the mucky-mucks in the front row saying it was her best one yet -- and being a part of it only made him feel all the more proud. A bit smug, as well, but mostly proud. He felt like Zatanna needed an ace in the hole, as of late. Or just an excuse to let herself go, to not be anything else but her stage name for the night.
When she finished soaking in the cheers, he appeared at her side backstage, catching up to her just as she was making her way back to her dressing room. His plan was to keep her off her feet with everything that the city had to offer, and it started now. If she had any time to think, to reminisce or doubt that tonight could go off without a hitch, that they could be normal people, he would have failed her. Would have failed himself.
He was all smiles, like a kid come home after doing something particularly mischievous.
"Well, then. I'd say that was a smashing success, wouldn't you?"
The way she was looking at him in his cabana boy costume did nothing to damper his spirits.
WHERE: Vegas, baby.
WHEN: Right after Zee's show, Easter Weekend; 24th-25th
WARNINGS: None right now!
SUMMARY: Zatanna needs someone to spend the weekend with, and John's only happy to oblige.
FORMAT: Para to start.
The crowd practically roared by the time Zatanna bowed, their applause coming to the stage like some physical force John could only feel in his bones. The show had been a success -- he'd already heard some of the mucky-mucks in the front row saying it was her best one yet -- and being a part of it only made him feel all the more proud. A bit smug, as well, but mostly proud. He felt like Zatanna needed an ace in the hole, as of late. Or just an excuse to let herself go, to not be anything else but her stage name for the night.
When she finished soaking in the cheers, he appeared at her side backstage, catching up to her just as she was making her way back to her dressing room. His plan was to keep her off her feet with everything that the city had to offer, and it started now. If she had any time to think, to reminisce or doubt that tonight could go off without a hitch, that they could be normal people, he would have failed her. Would have failed himself.
He was all smiles, like a kid come home after doing something particularly mischievous.
"Well, then. I'd say that was a smashing success, wouldn't you?"
The way she was looking at him in his cabana boy costume did nothing to damper his spirits.