Constantine deserved the bad talk.

You and Zatanna had shared your many grievances with each other involving the Liverpudlian over a glass of wine, the alcohol easily loosening your tongue to all the things you had wanted to say about him, but too afraid to do so. You and your best friend had such separate lives, that neither of you had realised that Constantine was juggling a relationship with you both - at the same time. It hadn't been until Zatanna appeared in his bedroom while you were in his bed beside him that things had become blatantly clear.

He didn't seem remorseful, but what did you expect? Even though you were dating him, there were plenty of things about Constantine that had driven you up a wall. And you were relieved to finally get this weight off your chest, to be able to bad mouth him with someone who shared a mutual hatred towards him - for the same reasons. This was why Zatanna was your best friend, watching quietly as she tucked some black hair behind her ear, scratching the head of white bunny she'd pulled out of her hat. It had been for you, something she often liked to do when you were ever upset.

"I should turn him into a pig," Zatanna sniffed, turning up her nose as she absentmindedly stroked the small critter in her lap. You chuckled softly under your breath, catching her attention. Her lip quirked slightly. "What? I'm being serious. It's the least he deserves. He's lucky I haven't done anything drastic just yet."

She scoffed. You knew Zatanna was angry - you didn't know to the extent how serious it had been between the two of them, if the relationship had been like yours. It didn't seem like she was angry about that, though. "He crossed a line hurting you like that. I wish I could have found out sooner."