-San Francisco, 10:23 PM-

You drove through the downtown streets of San Francisco, stopping once you reached your destination. You got out of your car and gave the keys to the valet. You looked down in a puddle and quickly made sure you looked presentable before entering... It was a classy little joint, something straight out of the 1930s. No wonder she liked it there...

You walked through the establishment, looking around for her. A few people glanced at you, obviously judging your choice in attire. But you didn't care. You were here for one thing and one thing only... After finally spotting her sitting at the bar, you made your way over and took a seat on the stool next to hers. She took a sip of her drink before looking over at you with a smirk.

Zatanna: "You know? This place usually has a dress code to keep the Riff-Raff out... But for you, I guess they made an exception~;)"

Her smirk widened slightly, obviously hoping for a reaction. Though, when she didn't get much of one, she rolled her eyes and looked back ahead... She twirled her drink in her hand before downing the rest of the glass. As the bartender came over and began to refill her glass, she looked over at you and winked before looking back up at the bartender through her long lashes.

Zatanna: "Oh, Mister Bartender.. If you wouldn't mind pouring my partner here, a drink as well? That would be just great... And don't worry, they're paying~;)"

She winked at you again as she pulled out your credit card with a devilish smirk. You would totally be mad right now if it weren't for the fact that you were impressed with her skills...