((Another vigilante down for the count thanks to...the power of a Shotgun blast to the face. That'll teach you all to start wearing bullet proof facemasks.))
*Places a hand on his Harley Quinn shoulder as she clings to his waist, his hair billowing back as for some crazy reason a flag is waved back and forth behind him by Ariels little pet as it hums "Battle Hymn to the Republic*
((I ain't fraid no Ghosts))
*shoots ghost with Ghost-touch enspelled shotgun shell*
Even when in an odd mood, Zantara never misses a oneliner thrown so easily across the plate.
Removing his head from the cool door of the refrigerator, he began to clean up the kitchen, sipping on his drink every now and again as he came back to it. He was in a mood to finish off the entire bottle himself, but he knew that he really couldn't.
It just wouldn't be right to waste good Tequila while in a funk.