This so far from what Zee expected out of tonight and she can't help but love Alcide that much more for it. Not only did he deign to take her to this event he wanted nothing to do with, but he's gone above and beyond making it especially fun for them both. Who knew stealing desserts could be such a blast? Not Zatanna Zatara, that's for sure. But there you have it. This is the most fun she's had in a long time.
Alcide lays down his coat on the floor and Zatanna clumsily dumps the cream puffs out of her dress, pouting her bottom lip out a little bit as she looks down at the ruined fabric. "Well...I looked pretty for a couple of hours," she says wistfully and then hiccups again. A couple of hours is better than not at all.
It takes Zee a little extra effort to try to get down on the floor before she sighs and rolls her eyes, reaching back to unzip her dress and letting it tumble down into a puddle of fabric at her feet. "One sec," she says, wandering off further into HQ in her undergarments and heels to find the jumpsuit she's stashed there thinking she probably wouldn't want to spend the whole night in a dress, no matter how nice it was to get out of the jumpsuit. If Alcide was Robin or one of the girls, she'd probably just stay in her underwear, honestly, partially because she's too drunk to care and partially because she wouldn't care anyway; she has bathing suits that cover less of her body than her underwear and bra do, after all. Back home, anyway. She just figures it'd probably make Alcide more uncomfortable than it's worth to risk. She likes him; he's her best friend here. Making him uncomfortable just because she doesn't want to sit around in a dress covered in dessert mess isn't an option.
"Totally worth it," she calls back from behind a dusty old forgotten blackboard as she zips up her jumpsuit and comes back around it dressed again, heels hanging from one of her hands by their straps. Her mouth opens in a pleasant surprise at the satisfying POP before Alcide starts to try to catch it in his mouth making Zee laugh. She settles sitting beside him on the floor, then, not bothering with her discarded dress which she'll probably deal with later, and she picks up a cream puff in one hand while reaching for the bottle with her other. "I never tried champagne before, is it good?" Clearly, it's fizzier than anything else she's had to drink tonight, so that's interesting. Fizzy liquor, huh. Seems legit.
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Alcide lays down his coat on the floor and Zatanna clumsily dumps the cream puffs out of her dress, pouting her bottom lip out a little bit as she looks down at the ruined fabric. "Well...I looked pretty for a couple of hours," she says wistfully and then hiccups again. A couple of hours is better than not at all.
It takes Zee a little extra effort to try to get down on the floor before she sighs and rolls her eyes, reaching back to unzip her dress and letting it tumble down into a puddle of fabric at her feet. "One sec," she says, wandering off further into HQ in her undergarments and heels to find the jumpsuit she's stashed there thinking she probably wouldn't want to spend the whole night in a dress, no matter how nice it was to get out of the jumpsuit. If Alcide was Robin or one of the girls, she'd probably just stay in her underwear, honestly, partially because she's too drunk to care and partially because she wouldn't care anyway; she has bathing suits that cover less of her body than her underwear and bra do, after all. Back home, anyway. She just figures it'd probably make Alcide more uncomfortable than it's worth to risk. She likes him; he's her best friend here. Making him uncomfortable just because she doesn't want to sit around in a dress covered in dessert mess isn't an option.
"Totally worth it," she calls back from behind a dusty old forgotten blackboard as she zips up her jumpsuit and comes back around it dressed again, heels hanging from one of her hands by their straps. Her mouth opens in a pleasant surprise at the satisfying POP before Alcide starts to try to catch it in his mouth making Zee laugh. She settles sitting beside him on the floor, then, not bothering with her discarded dress which she'll probably deal with later, and she picks up a cream puff in one hand while reaching for the bottle with her other. "I never tried champagne before, is it good?" Clearly, it's fizzier than anything else she's had to drink tonight, so that's interesting. Fizzy liquor, huh. Seems legit.