"You're so sweet," she croons back at him. Zatanna doesn't think she looks pretty swimming in an ugly red jumpsuit; she thinks she looks like a prison inmate who's been refusing to eat the nasty food being given to her. Which...well. Isn't entirely inaccurate. Zee can only stand so much of the soylent and she only eats what she has to to make her stomach stop hurting. The taste is bland if not terrible and she certainly doesn't feel healthy when she's finished. She feels tired and weak. She's lost weight when she'd already been petite. Zee doesn't think it's a very good look on her, but Alcide's compliment brings a smile to her face. At least she's just her own worst critic and that's all it is, then.
Bubbly and sweet sounds incredible to Zatanna about then, so she grins, taking the bottle from him. "I loved the pink stuff!" she squeals and as Alcide takes her foot into his lap to massage it, she groans and looks back at him with a mixture of emotion in her expression between appreciative, surprised, and completely put out. "Ugh, if I was ten years older, Al..." she says wistfully. "You're a freaking keeper, my friend. Thank you," she adds in case the appreciation was lost in her initially — albeit playfully — mixed response.
"Psh," she says dismissively before taking a sip of the bottle, adding an "ooh!" of delighted approval before offering it back to him. He's the one that smuggled it after all. "Like I went to it because of the event. I just wanted to get out of this ugly jumpsuit for a little while and have a reason to do my hair and feel pretty for a minute, because it's been a while. I knew I'd have fun with you though. This has been the best," she says and her words are finally starting to really slur as the adrenaline of a cream puff heist is winding down. "You're the best. You're the best of the best of the best. C'n I keep you? I'm keeping you," she babbles before popping another cream puff in her mouth. "My life would suck without you," she tries to add, but it comes out all muffled and crummy with her mouth full, so she has no idea if he actually understood it.
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Bubbly and sweet sounds incredible to Zatanna about then, so she grins, taking the bottle from him. "I loved the pink stuff!" she squeals and as Alcide takes her foot into his lap to massage it, she groans and looks back at him with a mixture of emotion in her expression between appreciative, surprised, and completely put out. "Ugh, if I was ten years older, Al..." she says wistfully. "You're a freaking keeper, my friend. Thank you," she adds in case the appreciation was lost in her initially — albeit playfully — mixed response.
"Psh," she says dismissively before taking a sip of the bottle, adding an "ooh!" of delighted approval before offering it back to him. He's the one that smuggled it after all. "Like I went to it because of the event. I just wanted to get out of this ugly jumpsuit for a little while and have a reason to do my hair and feel pretty for a minute, because it's been a while. I knew I'd have fun with you though. This has been the best," she says and her words are finally starting to really slur as the adrenaline of a cream puff heist is winding down. "You're the best. You're the best of the best of the best. C'n I keep you? I'm keeping you," she babbles before popping another cream puff in her mouth. "My life would suck without you," she tries to add, but it comes out all muffled and crummy with her mouth full, so she has no idea if he actually understood it.