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[asofwar]

When; October 31st, evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Sif (asofwar) and Zatanna Zatara (hexappeal)
Summary; Sif goes hunting for cider, appetite whet and nothing better to do on the City's silliest holiday yet. Then she finds a hot butt.
Log;

What brought Sif to the market on the evening of Halloween was a personal quest for any drink strong enough that she could use it as an excuse to not be aware of the silliness happening in the City now. Frankly, yes, she was more than a little upset at how easily the people had bounced from one traumatic week to dressing up and going to a feast. But, she supposed each coped in their own ways.

Contrary to popular belief, Sif had only attended the feasts in Asgard because her friends had been there, and because they were generally held to celebrate a victory or a particularly fruituous hunt. Here, she often prefered her own company, and the pets Thor had left behind, regardless of how solitary that made her existence. She had more time to think; sometimes it was good, at times it was bad.

So here she was, staring down an aisle marked as 'ciders', trying to remember what that woman had said about the drink. If there had been a way to contact her again, perhaps she would have asked.

Comments

[hexappeal]

Zatanna was still running the lonely gal scheme here (except for the part where it's less a plan of any sort and more what she's just fallen into). Outgoing? Certainly. Good with people? Heck yeah. But she's always kept her relationships very surface level. It's easier that way. It's easier and you don't lose people. Or, at least the ones you lose don't devastate you in the same way it would a close friend or lover.

Of course, she can't resist drawing people in, even knowing that things will eventually be shot to hell and back. You know how it is.

Halloween was her favorite night, however. The good ol' night of creeps, when the veil between the worlds was thin, and blah blah blah blah TPing houses and free candy. You get the point, don't you? She wasn't exactly a troublemaker, but it came with the territory of her very existence. She was a creepy crawly, she was a bump in the night. Just a pretty one, that's all. (Something about a wolf in sheep's clothing, perhaps...)

The lonesomeness was setting in, however. It was one of those nights where she'd drink and do something exceedingly stupid but while her home had been teleported her, her collection of exquisite and aged wines seemed to have all but disappeared. Or, maybe not. Maybe that was just the peril of owning a home with infinite rooms, not finding the right one... Regardless, she now finds herself in a store, overwhelmed by booze choices. She's a little further on down the aisle, staring at the hard stuff. Mostly brown. Clear's for little girls and guys looking to watch their weight.

She doesn't notice the other woman in the aisle. This is what happens when you scrutinize the labels on alcohol, however. Tiny text hurts even the sharpest of eyes.

[asofwar]

Wish, granted. There she is - a little further along the line - the woman who'd talked about the food called donuts and the cider and of Halloween. She wouldn't have been able to believe her luck, had she believed in luck much at all. This was good timing, and a fortunate one at that.

All too quickly, she remembered how much more pleasant drinking was when done in company. When it was at a feast, rather than alone and feeling it. Sif shook her head and pressed onwards.

"I believe I have you to blame for being here."

[hexappeal]

Zatanna, meanwhile, is putting the bottle back and picking up another one. She turns toward what's-her-name (sorry, she's been a bit of an asshole about remembering names here) and smiles, raising the bottle with a quiet a-ha! attached to the gesture.

She clears her throat and hopes it wasn't as loud as she thought it was. "Oh, uh. Hey. Mmmmmmmmiss?" She holds out her free hand as an offering to shake. She recognizes the woman as the one she spoke to not all that long ago, but for the life of her, the name just wasn't coming. "Sorry, I haven't been on my A-Game lately. I'm usually better with names."

[asofwar]

"I do not believe we exchanged them. Just the same - you may call me Sif." If she thinks anything of Zatanna not remembering her name, she doesn't say or show it. She doesn't quite remember hers either, but Sif is good with faces. That, at least, she has to her advantage in such a full City.

"Perhaps now I can finally have yours and not just recall you as the woman with the cider."

[hexappeal]

"I guess that's at least a little reassurance that my memory isn't going." Just a little, at the very least. "It's good to meet you, then, Sif." And she peers back at the assortment -- not intending to be rude, just distracted by the selection -- and back to her.

"I'm usually pretty good about introducing myself. Just been kinda laying low for the most part since I came here." And she tips her top hat (because who wears civilian clothing, anyway?), offering her a wide grin. "Zatanna Zatara, but Zatanna's fine. Zee if you don't hate me and we get on, I suppose."

[asofwar]

Well. Sif unfortunately thinks that is a 'costume', but makes no comment about it, much more preocupied by the strange introduction. "I have no reason to, for now. In fact, I suspect we might get along well, if you could help satisfy the curiosity your words instilled?"

She pauses, and looks at the aisle in front of them. "I thought I could try cider on this day."

[hexappeal]

It is a costume in... its own way. Sort of. It's just a more permanent part of her life than other members of the JLA.

She kind of just, tilts her head. Like when you're talking to your dog and it doesn't quite get what you're asking of it because the words don't seem familiar. But you can tell when it clicks for her, the moment that Sif finishes speaking. "Ah, right, right! Sure. You're going for the alcoholic kind, I take it?" She shifts away from the stuff she probably shouldn't be drinking anyone and goes toward the six and eight packs and the boxes of seasonal specials, eyes already skimming for something to pick up and explain to her (mostly by reading the description on the package, but she's tried some of them!).

[asofwar]

Smart woman. Sif grins a bit, amused by Zatanna - she remembers this was the first impression as well. "Yes, that kind would be the most appropiate to survive tonight's foolery."

[hexappeal]

"Oh? You've got Halloween plans, then?" She'd be scouring the place for parties, but there had been no mention of any. Perhaps there was a secret underground newspaper/network/you get the point that she was not privy to? Probably. That sort of thing was the story of her life.

[asofwar]

"Honestly, no. I heard one should be prepared with an assortment of candy for the tricksters, so I have...prepared." She'd prepared, all right. She was more than equipped for tricksters, of all ages and kinds. Or, well, she liked to think. "My plan consisted of drinking."

After a pause, "Although in company it might be more pleasant."

[hexappeal]

"Ah, yeah. You might get egged or TP'd if you've got your lights on, but no candy available." It was her favorite time of year, so it's never happened to her, but she knows people that it has happened to. In some cases, she was the one doing the TPing, but those are just minor details. "Hrm, sounds like we have similar plans."

And she grins, widely. This would be the time where she'd normally throw up a hand for a high-five but that might be a little awkward. "If that's an invite, I'm inclined to agree with you. But," and that grin spreads like the Cheshire Cat's, "we could always drink in public." Because there are things more suitable to doing with two or more women while drinking than not.

[asofwar]

Minor details. What great idea Sif had to prepare for this day in advance, seeking information on it. There is just no way her apartment (Thor's apartment?) will get defiled in such a way. Or any which way.

She can learn high-fiveing, give her time and drinks. But at the subtle suggestion, Sif does smile. "I do think there is something infinitely less depressing about drinking in public." It could be that she can hold her drinks and then some and bars can hold their share of fun. "What do you suggest?"