"I'm flattered Mr. Constantine, truly." Zatanna snapped her fingers, and her top hat was resting on the vanity table, in front of the mirror.
She'd done a little...digging into John Constantine (because some who's been to her show eight times now? Yeah, something wasn't right there). And while there were somethings about him that made her look twice, overall, she'd found him a little...intriuging.
"Thanks. Coming from you, that means a lot."
Zatanna took another sip of her tea, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Why exactly is it that you're here, Mr. Constantine? Other than being 'just another fan'?"
Most fan didn't go to eight shows in a row. One, because hopefully, they had lives outside of seeing her perform.
And two, the majority of the venues that she played in were a little on the pricey side.
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