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Johnny Blaze Sometimes, you need a good drink.

After the blood and guts have been spilt and the vengeance delivered, sometimes what you need is a way to kick back and mentally, spiritually, and physically recover from the events of the day. It was pretty wild and truth be told? Johnny needed a drink for his sanity. It's what you get when wrath demons run rampant through an apartment complex and tried to feast on the unfortunate who lived there.

Yikes.

So, Johnny Blaze was at the bar. Dressed in his leathers with a simple shirt worn additionally, he looked like he was nursing a glass of scotch while his eyes looked at the TV: he was watching the news. There's some mutterings in the corners of the room, like trouble might be getting started. But it was trouble between people. Nothing to worry about.

Probably.
Zatanna Zatara For an out of towner Johnny knows how to pick a bar. Wetworks has an enviable selection of whiskeys and scotch from what she understands. They had said they would meet at the bar, so Zatanna waits for her eyes to adjust to the low lights before scanning the row of stools. She sees his face lit by the flickering of the television suspended at one end of the bar.

The dark-haired woman slips between the crowded tables toward her goal, she has changed after the night's performance into a well-tailored suit straight out of Harajuku - black and modish with a sheer man's silk shirt under it. Without calling out his name, she slips onto the vacant stool next to him, saying, "Long time no see, stranger. How're you?"
Johnny Blaze A sloooooow sip of the amber-colored liquid as it descends down Johnny's throat in a 'gulp' of a sound. Johnny's attention staying forward, even when Zatanna had come to claim a spot next to him. They had decided to meet, though Johnny didn't go into details as to why or ask why she was interested in meeting him in the first place. But, he enjoyed her company and that was enough.

"Better, now that I have wonderful company." Johnny tells her aside, turning to look at her. She was beautiful. "I should ask you the same question, or I'll be seen as rude." He chuckles. "How's it going, Zatanna? Getting up to trouble?"
Zatanna Zatara "Trying to stay out of it, unlike you, I'd say," she replies with a low chuckle. She meets his eyes with a rueful shake of her head. "Tell me why I get the distinct impression of sulphur along with the peaty single malt you're drinking?"

The bartender waits for her to finish speaking before asking what she will have.

"I'll have what he is drinking, please. With a glass of water on the side." When he leaves, she adds, "What have you been fighting?"
Johnny Blaze "Yeah, you've got me there." Johnny replies with some grim humor staining his voice. He looks at his drink and looks then at his shoulder. "Do I still got some of it on me?" Johnny asks her, brushing off his shoulder away from her in case there was, so he didn't get anything on her outfit. He frowned a little bit though when she asks him what he'd been fighting.

"Some pissy demons looking to make soulfood of an apartment complex a little ways down the street. Sent them packing-" and by that, Johnny means he incinerated their souls and sent them right on back to hell. "and bid them a good day." He smirks at her.

"How about you, Zatanna? You fight anything recently, or have you been putting more book-smarts to use?" No doubt the bartender gives Zatanna her drink. A single-malt scotch. Highland, by the look of it.
Zatanna Zatara Her drink is delivered. Zatanna lifts the glass to salute the demon-killer next to her and takes a healthy sip. After clearing her throat and taking a drink of water, she smiles, eyes gleaming with a moment's humor,"Yes, nothing showing."

She sniffs, "I like your cologne. Get them all? Recognize them? There is a reason I ask."
Johnny Blaze "Well, damn, thought I got it all." Johnny smiles right back at her, his eyes never moving from her or removing themselves from her visage. "I like your perfume." He returns the compliment, though when questioned if he got them all, he nods. "The Ghost Rider is incredibly thorough. You'd be surprised, I think. But, I didn't particularly recognize them as any particular style. Or if they were, I wasn't paying attention."

Well, at least he's honest.

"Why, what's up?"
Zatanna Zatara He has a good nose, she nods in appreciation, "I have a friend, some would call her a witch who decided she wanted to become what is called a nose. She makes the most extraordinary perfumes. All natural. She made one for me, called "Full Dark. I'm addicted to her work, can't leave the house without it."

Another sip of scotch and she can no longer avoid answering his question. Turned so she faces the bar, she can see his face reflected between the bottles.

"They come in all shapes and sizes, I don't know why I asked. Your Ghost is thorough. I wish I had him with me not so long ago when my house was invaded. Demons. And, not to be dramatic, sent by someone who has decided she would like to eat me alive."
Johnny Blaze "It's a sharp scent. Not overwhelming, a subtle thing on the wind. I'm glad you like it, witches tend to make incredible brews despite how they get trashed on in media." Johnny shrugs, his shoulders nonchalantly lifting. Though he takes a drink of his scotch, finishing it off and tapping on the counter to order another, his attention briefly shifts to Zatanna as she tells of her dark experiences.

"The hell does she want to eat you alive? Spiritually, or actively opening her maw to try and consume you?" Johnny questions her. A question that will give him some answers and be more effectively able to help her.

"I assume you want this thing burned to a literal crisp?"
Zatanna Zatara "Did that seem melodramatic?" She sighs and takes another sip of scotch, sometimes it would be good to forget the evil behind the curtains of reality.

"No, not literally though it would amount to the same thing. I wouldn't exist anymore. "Not even spiritually. It would make her sick, I think. I'm too good for her."

The absurdity of it brings a smile to her lips albeit faintly bitter. "She wants my magic and after me there will be another victim if she has her way."
Johnny Blaze "Just a little." Johnny admits with a bit of a smirk touching his lips. Though Zatanna explaining further that if this creature were to try and eat Zatanna's soul, her 'light' would probably cause more harm than satisfaction.

Always usually an advantage.

"Didn't think it was normally something accomplishable to steal a homo-magi's magic." Johnny finally turns his head a bit more fully to look at her. "But, if you're in danger...well, I'd hate to be deprived of your lovely company. I can punch this chick in the face for you." Johnny suggests to her with a bit of a playful grin on his face.

"Do you have a plan to stop her?"
Zatanna Zatara There is a thoughtful silence before she turns on her stool to face him. "Oh, she wouldn't snack on my soul. Like I said, it would make her sick but my magic is another thing. Snacking on homo magi is not an easy thing. How many gods or goddesses do you have under your belt, so to speak? I haven't said her name because it could call her." She looks at him from under her high arched brows and nods.

"She has a spell on her name. Not many love or worship her so saying it amounts to ringing a bell in whatever nether region of hell she has decided to inhabit at the moment."

Zatanna finishes her glass and lifts a hand to get the bartender's attention, making a small circling motion encompassing the two of them. "I don't have a plan yet. I can tell you the name she goes by in English without sounding any occult alarms. Discord."
Johnny Blaze "I'm not really cool like you, Zatanna. I don't have too many deities under my belt that I could call on to help." Johnny informs her with no small amount of classical bluntness from him. Though he hears the name 'Discord' and Johnny seems largely unfazed by the word. "No clue who that is, not gonna lie." Johnny tells her with a bit of a shrug.

Seemed it didn't call anything.

That is, until Johnny seems to stiffen up a little bit. Theres sounds of claws scraping against a wooden surface, his hand moves to gesture to Zatanna to fall silent so he could listen. So he could focus on the sense.

Brimstone.

Demons reek of the scent. Johnny frowns. "We have company. I'm sorry, I have to interrupt our date." Were they on one? Is Johnny teasing her?
Zatanna Zatara There might be a whiff of brimstone, she heeds his warning. It's the tingle of magic that makes her feel like someone is staring at her back with a loaded gun that makes her freeze in place. Zatanna stocks the quip about them being on a date for later. She has no problem with taking her revenge cold.

"Let's take it out of here, if we can," she says quietly, laying a bill on the bar large enough to cover them and make the bartender glad to see her again. Slowly, she turns in place until she is facing outward into the room.
Johnny Blaze Johnny exhales.

"Yeah."

With a single movement, Johnny draws a shotgun from within his jacket, a sawed off one and he moves past Zatanna with some speed behind him. He pulls the trigger, and though sight unseen, and a bloody, flaming hole appears out of thin air, as well as something heavy smashing through the front doors. Another blast is fired, though it sends the other one scurrying to try and dodge. The demons materialize. They were large, with sharp teeth and disgustingly elongated horns. Eyes like fire, tails like fishhooks.

Nasty motherfuckers.

"Could use a hand here, Z!"
Zatanna Zatara He called shotgun.

Fine with Zatanna.

She comes off the stool and strides toward the door. One arm raised in the air, she makes a sweeping gesture of command.

"!dleihS"

A shimmering veil scintillates in the air between the incoming demons and the human customers. The wisest of them had already headed for the floor at the sight of the shotgun.
Johnny Blaze *BANG!*

Johnny fires his shotgun again, hitting one of the demons across the face with enough force to knock it down. The bullets were hellfire, the stuff that demons grew up in and - ironically - hate being shot with. Though the demons seem to reel back from Zatanna's shield that she makes to defend the people from the demons, Johnny grunts as he ducks a swing of one of the demon's tail but gets smacked in the face with a backhanded style strike, flying across the parking lot until he hits the ground with a bit of a growl.

His eyes start to glow as if on fire. "Okay..."
Zatanna Zatara Out of the corner of her eye, Zee catches sight of Johnny's eyes flaming eyes before he moves out into the parking lot. Her eyes widen at the sight: she has seen worse but not often and they were usually the opposition. She strides after him, but not before reinforcing the shield. No need for the bar to lose any paying customers.

Just in time to witness Johnny take a tail in the face. Reflexively, she lifts a hand, and in a commanding voice, orders, "!ezeerF"
Johnny Blaze Zatanna's spellcraft is a sight to behold. Her word causes both demons to freeze immediately at such a simple word! They stop immediately, their eyes move but their bodies are frozen in place like a trance. Johnny starts to walk ever more forward, Johnny starts to growl as his face starts to burn, but he keeps the demon in check.

Keeps the monster in it's cage. "Lets see if I can handle this as myself." He rolls the shotgun in his hand, hellfire burning through the weapon like a channel as he aims it at the frozen demon's head, firing a single charge towards it to make it's head burst like a water melon.

Gross!
Zatanna Zatara It is a magical technicality of sorts. Killing can affect Zee's abilities to cast spells but freezing a demon and letting someone else do the dirty work passes.

She wipes a bit of demon spatter off herself with a moue of distaste while asking Johnny, "Think the other one will get smart and go back to where he came from or will you send him back the hard way?"
Johnny Blaze "I think..."

Johnny cocks his shotgun. "We win either way." The other demon seems to start to whimper , start to back off away from Johnny as he approached. Zatanna doesn't have to get her hands dirty. Johnny has this covered. He aims his weapon at it, and in some kind of demonic speech that maybe Zatanna would understand, the demon almost... blips out of existence. Like something dark ate it and it disappeared from the world.

He went home.

Johnny proceeds to spit out a little bit of blood, shaking his head in mild disgust at the other demon's corpse, which burned still with hellfire and would likely be gone in a few minutes. He turns his attention to Zatanna. "Thanks for the help, Zatanna."
Zatanna Zatara A few people from the bar attracted by the guttering flames of the burning demon, watch from the doorway, unaware of the risk they are taking. Though the show is over quickly enough when hell takes back one of its willing victims.

With hands opened and a smiling shrug, Zee replies, "Absolutely no problem. I couldn't imagine a better person to put a few demons on the rocks for." Touching a finger to her own lips, "You doing alright?"
Johnny Blaze Johnny smiles at Zatanna a little bit. "Oh yeah, just peachy. I handle stuff like this on a pretty regular nightly basis. Promise, I'm fine." He looks at Zee then. "You do still look beautiful, so I didn't get hit too hard in the head." He teases her.

"But, let me know when you want to crack some more demon heads. I'm always on call, so I'm always available." He looks Zatanna in her eyes. "I really do appreciate the help, Zee. I don't get help too often."
Zatanna Zatara "Are you sure about that?" she teases in return with a smile. "That demon may have rattled something loose."

She contemplates him for a moment, the smile still playing around the corner of her lips. "Likewise, I seem to be on several demonic to-do lists of late so I can always use a helping hand. Don't hesitate to call, I will help when I can."
Johnny Blaze Johnny looks at Zatanna with a little bit of a smile. "Nah, if I had a screw loose I'd be seeing double right now. And right now, I'm only seeing one." He steps closer to her if she so permits. He contemplates her just as much as she's contemplating him it would appear.

"Glad to know we're helping hands to each other." He smirks at her. "Any exciting plans for the rest of the night?"
Zatanna Zatara Zee tilts her head to the side, her sapphire eyes alight with humor. "Good eyesight. How about we finish our drinks that were so rudely interrupted?"
Johnny Blaze "I try my best. Sometimes I get rocked pretty hard. But far as I know?" Johnny knocks on his head like it was some kind of a drum. "Still works fine. I'd really like that. Call it a date?" Johnny flirts openly with Zatanna now, avoiding the subtle interplay.

"Shall we?" He offers her his arm...er, the one not holding the shotgun.