Zatanna got John's message when she was done with her show for the day. She mulled over the invitation in her mind, debating if she should go before deciding why the hell not. She could use a little fun.
Zatanna showed up at his doorstep in a puff of smoke, a bottle of wine in hand. She knocked on the door.
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