tushanshu_logs | [Closed] A Spring of Advice

Characters: Jack Frost & Zatanna Zatara
Date: March 26
Location: Ice cream shop where Zatanna works
Situation: Jack needs advice on a girl, so he asks another girl! What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings/Rating: Maybe Zatanna's brain breaking a little...

Jack generally liked finding himself in new situations. He was a spontaneous sort himself, craved adventure and discovery as much as the mischief and snow, and believed that fresh opportunities were as much a part of Fun as anything. But this was so new and outside anything he'd experienced that he found himself at a loss, and thought it best to get some perspective on it before deciding what to do. It was certainly a strong distraction for everything that had been going on the last few weeks, but this on top of everything else was leaving the winter spirit feeling a bit frazzled.

So this afternoon after he was done his deliveries, he flew to the ice cream shoppe where Zatanna worked, knowing that her afternoon shift would have her here, and rapped his staff on the doorway before poking his head inside.

"Zatanna?"

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"Yeah," Jack answered, then flashed her a smile that seemed to have recovered some of its usual good cheer. "A real date. Are you gonna wash me behind the ears before I go?"

Playing along, she leaned in and pretended to straighten out his collar.

"At least I don't have to remind you to wear a sweater in case it gets cold out." Smirking, she paused and glanced up. "But, no, I'm not giving you a bath. Nice try."

"Well, can't blame me for trying," Jack said, sticking his tongue out at her. "I guess I'll have to wash my clothes all wrong and then go out in everything that doesn't match."

She refrained from sticking hers back out at him, since it was clear she had to be the mature, responsible adult.

"It would serve you right. That poor girl should know what she's getting herself into."

"Hmph," Jack folded his arms across the tabletop and rested his head on them. "Well, I'll let you know how it goes, if you want."

She would have mirrored his actions, except she managed to catch a glimpse at the clock. They'd been talking for a while now, and it was only because a single customer had yet to intrude that this had been allowed.

"You'd better, Frosty." Smiling, she leaned back in her seat instead, stretching in anticipation of getting up. "Who knows? Maybe I'll end up coming to you for advice some time."

Jack gave her a smile, still comfortably settled into his seat on the table, looking up at her. "You think so?" he inquired. "I'm not sure I could be objective, if that was the case."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

She braced herself for some ego-boasting quip about how his upcoming date would be the best ever, never to be immitated successfully. Or, on the other end, bowing to her superior wisdom of the subject (...not that that was really saying much).

"Because I'd give you the advice that I'd want to use if I were dating you," he replied.

Remember that rule about not letting anything he said surprise her anymore? Because, apparently, Zatanna didn't.

The smile briefly faded as she stared back at him, trying to gauge exactly what he meant by that. When it eventually did reappear, it was a lot more forced than before.

"Jack..." she begins, hesitantly, as if she almost didn't want to know the answer. "...and...what kind of advice would that be?"

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"I can't tell you that," Jack said, blue eyes twinkling. "What if we started dating? Then you'd already know all my plans."

She let out a soft chuckle, momentarily tilting her head down so he wouldn't think she was laughing at him. She would never. It was the situation. How long had she been wondering if this moment would ever come? And now it had, and...

...for some reason, it was a lot less awkward than she thought it would be.

When her head lifted again, there was a similar twinkle of mischief in her bright blues as well.

"Is that so? And just what makes you think I would ever date you?" A smile, so he would know it wasn't meant to be an insult.

"Well," Jack said lightly. "I didn't say it'd be one of your better ideas. But since you asked, I'm going to come up with something referring to not aging and last guy on Earth, give me a sec here."

More laughter. He was going along with the joke. Good.

"I'll wait." She leaned back, shifting as if to make herself more comfortable.

He made a show of thinking about it, drumming his fingers and scratching his chin, then finally threw his hands up in the air. "Nope, brain freeze. I've got nothing."

She refrained from laughing at the pun (barely). That would only encourage him.

"I thought so." Actually, she could probably rattle off half a dozen reason off the top of her head...but that would also encourage him. "Maybe you should take it as a hint that talking about dating one girl while planning a date with another girl is a bad idea." As in, the reason he came to her in the first place. Remember that?

Jack did have the grace to look momentarily sheepish. "Okay, I get it. But I really do appreciate your advice, Zatanna. I hope it goes well with Orina."

"I hope it goes well, too." For a moment, she dropped the playful pretense and let the sincerity shine through. "You deserve that much."

He seemed flustered for a moment by the abruptly genuine well-wishing, but as usual tried to cover it up with his jokes. "Oh great, no pressure."

"Nope. None at all." A wink, and she turns once more. "I really have to get back to work. Just remember: be on your worst behavior and don't you dare think about coming back before curfew, or we'll be having another talk."

Best advice ever, y/y?

Jack got to his feet as well. "Yes'm. I have things to pick up anyway. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Like you have a choice."

Details, jack. She's going to want all of them.

He stuck his tongue out at her, then headed for the door. Once clear of it, the wind came down and lifted him up and away.

[Closed] A Spring of Advice

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FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW HE'D SAY IT

/high-five

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