<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>21 August 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>2130<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Heaven's Undercarriage, Mammoth City, NJ<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Chit-chat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>John Constantine<br/><hr/><br/>Zach released the countertop and turned his back to it to sit and just…rest. He could feel the fatigue setting in from his injury and his mild buzz. He rested his arm upon a propped knee and closed his eyes as John did what he did best…<em>talk.</em>He revealed to him that a cop named Jim Corrigan was The Spectre this time. When he learned about The Spectre, he always learned about the entity and rarely about the host who he possesses. It was good information, but hopefully, it wouldn’t become something they would have to worry about. His head was eased back and eyes closed when he heard the swirling of liquid in a glass bottle. Zach opened his eyes to glance over at John and the offered vodka bottle. He accepted it. His back was still killing him.<br/><br/><strong>Would you believe me if I told you the End of Days was on the horizon, squire?</strong><br/><br/>Zach sighed in what sounded like exasperation. “If this news had come from anyone else, probably not. What do you mean, like the Apocalypse? Prophets have been trying to predict when it would happen for years. Why would this century be any different?”<br/><br/>The magician took a swig from the bottle and made a face as the rubbing alcohol flavor hit every stair on the way down his throat. It was revolting straight.