It's Just Dinner. Really.

[zee_zatara]

To say that Zatanna was nervous would pretty much be an understatement. At this very moment, she'd be less terrified of being surrounded by an army of hell's finest. Still, she'd made a promise, and she was going to keep it. So here she was, waiting a table inside of one of San Francisco's finest seafood restaurants, at a table overlooking the ocean. She was dressed well tonight - nothing that said, "Hi, I'm available, take me, take me now you royal fool!" but also nothing that marked her as being the biggest prude this side of everywhere. She drummed her fingers on the tabletop a little nervously, trying her best not to shoot out nervous sparks of eldritch magic this way and that. Because that, you see, could lead to trouble.

Calm down, Zee. It's just dinner. Nothing else. Just a friendly dinner between two old friends and teammates. Really. That's all this is. Dinner.

Yeah. She wasn't calming herself down any. And, gods, he's going to be giving me those looks all night long. Nope. Not calming down at all.