6529/Really..This Place

Really..This Place
Date of Scene:	16 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Zatanna Zatara, Quicksilver

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Zatanna Zatara has posed:
It was a dark and stormy night.. in Gotham that is. But Zatanna was wanting something a little more intimate. Something with a little more shine than what New York could provide. It's been a long time, or so she guesses, that she's been to Chicago. Why not look there and scout out a venue since she does book her own shows?

"I got a real surprise for you, Pete." Zatanna says, standing in the mirror of her boudior, fixing the skinny black dress upon her hips with a shimmy and a shake, a pivot here and a turn there to give her backside a glance which causes her nose to wrinkle. She's not going to do the whole 'does my ass look fat' right now, way too early in their relationship for that.

The dress was tugged again as she straightens her form, then with a shrug she approaches the vanity to snag the brush, immediately brushing her locks free and clear of tangles as she looks around the room. "Pete? Did you leave again? Pete?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Ohhhh...Zatanna being in a dress was surprise enough.

But, Zatanna was always gonna be the eye-candy, because Pietro just couldn't rock a dress like Zatanna could, what with curves like THAT.

but, Pietro DOES put on a very nice suit, with a black tie, and he even matches Zatanna!

"Your ass looks great, by the way." he says mostly playfully, but also very serious, kissing Zatanna on the cheek. "You look beautiful." yes, he used his super speed to get dressed very quickly, but he smelt great, and he looked rather fashionable.

"You still haven't told me where we're going, you know..."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna tries her best not to laugh, but the smile of pride was on her face as she turns just in time to catch a kiss upon the cheek. Her black hair is down, worn that way to cover her shoulders and keep her neck hidden from the chill in the air, assuming it would just be that.

"Of course I'm not going to tell you. It's a surprise." She says, tossing the brush against the rest of the items on the vanity without care, turning to lightly tug at his suit coat then to smooth it all over again. "You look dashing." She compliments with a murmur, half tempted to not go out but..

"Whenever you're ready. Just say the word. And I need to warn you, teleporting will make you queasy." Yup, they were going traveling!

Quicksilver has posed:
...but they've been deciding 'not to go out' (WINK) for the past few days now! as great as it was, they neededto get some air. "Thanks beautiful." Pietro smiles to her. "Teleporting? Oh boy...well, alright, let's just get it over with."

Pietro just grins at Zatanna, taking her hand in his. "Go for it."

then...IT'S TELEPORTATION TIME!

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
It was nothing flashy, just a whip of her hat and a sway of her hand. The air before them shivers and ripples as if the wind current was summoned from nothing. With her hand in his, she leads them through...

..to the corner of a busy street in Chicago! Yes, they were in the windy city, right outside the restaurant Steak 48. Zatanna was in the mood for something hearty and savory, even if they did not have the attire to wander. Teleportation, especially as direct, is helpful when you're wanting to get somewhere fast.

What upsets the balance of all the wonder that could be possibly had in the moment was the gust of wind. From the warmth of Shadowcrest, to a goddamned arctic tundra blast of air causes her to shriek unexpectedly, her skin dimpling and fingers nearly freezing due to bad circulation. "God bless!" She nearly hollers, releasing his hand and shuffling inside the double doors of the restaurant. Every man for himself!

Quicksilver has posed:
Ah, Chicago. the Windy City.

and currently the location of a blizzard! AAAAHHHH!

Geez! it was so cold! but as Zatanna hollars and leaves Pietro out there to shiver and freeze, he sighs, walking inside the double doors, even giving Zatanna's rear a playful pat. "You left me out there to freeze to death?" he feigns being emotionally wounded, before he'll take off his suit jacket and wrap it around Zatanna so she warms up faster.

"Here, lets get you warm."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Once Pietro finally walks into the restaurant, he would be greeted with a sight of a young woman, already in talks of Zatanna with their seating. The pat upon her butt allows her to withdraw from the conversation with a turn, a hand resting upon Pietro's arm as she regards the woman with a huge smile. "It was cold." She tells them both, the young woman immediately giggling and agreeing.

"So, this reservation is under the name Zatara?" She asks.
"Yes. Zatara for two."

The woman looks at the tablet, swiping through the list through the app she pulled up, something new-fangled relating to the new year that most fancy restaurants are open to.
"Aha! Here it is! You didn't really give a specification of where you wanted to sit.." The young woman glances towards Pietro, and then to Zatana, expecting an answer from either.
"You know, we're not too fussy. But.. something with low lighting..?" Zatanna trails, looking over the young womans shoulder. "Uh.. looks like everything here is low lit.. Maybe.."
"Okay, quiet corner it is!" The young woman pipes up, lifting upon the balls of her feet and turning almost immediately. It was clear, the woman took her job seriously.

Zatanna loops her arm with Pietro's as she tugs him along, keeping at a safe distance from the lady. "I really can't remember the last time I was in Chicago. Or the last time I had a steak that I could eat with no sauce.." She smiles. "I want to look around after, maybe I can do a show here. I'm not hurting for cash but.. hey. Even my home has a mortgage."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro just stands there quietly, looking at Zatanna with a bit of a grin, accepting her hand on his arm, even as his snakes around her waist. He looks to Zatanna, then to the waitress as they discuss where to sit, but finally? Man...they FINALLY get to a conclusion.

For once, someone was faster than Pietro.

he walks with Zatanna as he's tugged along. "h-hey!" he laughs a little bit. "This is a really fancy place....I'm already excited for the food. "I can't remember the last time I had steak...or the money to have steak. but hey, if you want to perform? I'll be here cheering the loudest." he smiles warmly.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Women are weird creatures. They say they can't read the minds of men, but that was a lie. They can tune in, hone, and weirdly enough? Meet another woman, a complete stranger, and know -exactly- what the other is thinking and talking about.

Unless they're unfriendly bitches.

"Why don't you have money?" Zatanna asks. "Doesn't your superheroing pay the bills?" She was being honest about that. She couldn't remember of JL paid their members, and if they did, she wouldn't take it either way. "I assume that most of the Avengers could at least afford a decent meal such as this. If not.." She glances around. "..tax time expenditure?" She grins, stopping as the young woman carefully places two menus down upon the table.

A lovely corner booth was chosen, mahogany wood surface and leather seats that were comfortable. A small candle lit in the middle of the table to provide an extra sensual light that would reflect upon their plates just nicely. "Unless you want to dine and dash." Zatanna was kidding. Maybe.

But the joking falls by the wayside at the mention of performing. She hasn't done so since...

"I'm uncomfortable about that." She confesses. "I.. wanted to find a venue. Look around. See if I can feel it. Remember it in my bones. Kids are nothing. They're important and worth it. Its our peers.." She laughs a little, then grabs her menu. "Nevermind. I don't even know where to start with all of this food! What are you getting?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Unfriendly bitches.

Most of the women in New York are literally just that.

But! Pietro smiles softly to Zatanna. "Stopped stealing. The hero work offered to pay me, but I feel like if I'm being paid to be a hero, then I'm not really a hero." he smiles. "But, I usually work some part time jobs like delivery and things like that. I'm no world-class stage magician after all." he winks at Zatanna.

"You are?" then he listens as Zatanna speaks and elaborates further. "Hey...you can talk to me." he reaches to hold Zatanna's hand. even as he looks through the menu. He's hungry, okay!

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Nyaah.. that's true." Being paid to save people.. "You could always go into law enforcement." It was a suggestion! But the odd jobs here and there sound like that would be her gig. Zatanna probably couldn't fix anything with a hammer and nail, but delivery sounded like a good gig. "I should join you in that."

But, she was hungry too! And while she thumbed through the menu with one hand, her other caresses his knuckles as he holds her own. "It's really nothing concerning." She admits, falsely of course. "I can't remember a time when I've done a show. I live show. I remember bits and pieces.." She lets go of the menu to gesture. "Bits and pieces of the last few months here and there. But everything has been wiped clean." She sniffs a little, then lets go of his hand to point. "Rib-eye. I think I'll have asparagus and potatoes. And calamari." She nods, satisfied with her selection. All they needed to do was wait. "Do you drink?"

Quicksilver has posed:
"Law enforcement? Seriously?" Pietro seems to completely dismiss the idea! but he does appreciate the suggestion. His hand continues to hold her own, humming a moment. "Well, tell ya what, if we find a job that we both want to do, let's do it. Maybe I can be an assistant or something for one of your shows." he teases.

Or WAS HE?!

"Ribeye steak, medium rare. The best kind of steak one can have. with potatoes and salad." he nods as he makes his order. "Of course I drink. You?" he smiles.

Once the waitress came around, they ordered their meals and fine alcoholic beverages, and they just talked the night away. their bond growing stronger minute by minute, and for a Valentines day dinner? One to remember.