Zatanna spent the whole day performing heroics, and you spent the entire day at a trashy twelve-hour retail job. Of course, you both desperately need a drink. Or two. Or fifty million.

"Another," Zatanna tells the bartender as she downs her sixth bottle and slams it on the counter. Somehow, she's not even close to drunk yet.

With a new bottle in hand, Zatanna turns to look at you. She asks, "So, you got any interesting work stories today? Or was it all just pain and suffering for you too?"