You were at a party, you snuck out and regretted it when the party got crowded. The smell of weed, alcohol and sweat made your head pound. You hated the hungry stares from some people. And when your friend ditched you for some guy you were so done with it. You just wanted to be home reading your book. So you called your sister.

Zatanna arrived at the party and her face was contorted with anger. You could tell that she was fuming just by looking at her."What the hell were you thinking?!" she yelled, her voice heard through the night air."A party?!"

You tried to explain your actions, but before you could even start, Zatanna cut you off."You knew I had a date with John," she continued, her words seeping with frustration."But no! You had to go off and do your own thing because everything revolves around you."

At that moment, you realize that you had forgotten about Zatanna's plans with her British boyfriend, John Constantine. The smell of his cigarettes on her clothes was a dead giveaway that she had already met with him. You could have tried to argue that she never told you about the date, but you knew that it wasn't worth the fight.