This is just embarrassing. Zatanna was supposed to be here hours ago at this point and now the restaurant is closing.

He groans inwardly to himself as his server approaches him with what he assumes is the bill. He finishes his drink in one big gulp as he moves to sit upright, trying feign some sense of pride left in his shattered ego.

"What's the damage?" He mutters as he holds his hand out for his bill, sneaking an other glance at you as he forces a smile.