Lucky Strike [Marc]

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Roy Harper was a little far from home, took an venture out into Gotham. The central to be more precise. He had literally hauled his guitar with him on the bus ride. Yep, occasionally he took public transport. Even though it was a trip, it really wasn't that far from Bludhaven. Baring the wintery weather, it was a little more clearer out today, though there was still the layers of snow. The smell of as he dragged his feet along a footpath in the heart of the city. He was mostly headed to a sort of urban kind of area. With some boutiques and funky local cafes. It seemed to be where the young thrived and perhaps a good audience for his taste of music. A little before midday, so it was even better timing. Turning a corner to a warm and inviting kind of street. Normally he would find a nice cosy spot on the street to string out with his guitar, but with the current weather… He might just need to visit that local bar, he had recently found… Ah, yes! Roy could grin his natural charming smile. As his hand reached the handle of the wooden frames glass door…. There she was… Sara, she was undoubtedly a beauty…. What was she? A 21 something college student. Delicate fragile features. Deep intense stare. Not to mention the body was certainly… A rocking… Most of all she was a delight. When she caught sight, he caught that cute smile… Could certainly warm his heart. Approaching the small funky bar. Dressed casually, but fitting. Black jeans. Red shirt. Black leather jacket.

"Hey Sara… How are you pretty girl? You look good… I'm sorry again about the other night… Did the chaos settle after I left?"

Came naturally Roy's charm. He was after all a kind man. With the infamous smile and stare. That stare that looked further than the eyes, made you that inch uncomfortable, but evidently would pull you back to look. Effective to catch the blush upon Sara's cheeks. That smile could get even cuter. Somehow… Hmmm, Roy was sure his question was answered… When didn't she look good. Fingers played at bar, a random silent beat, before the gentle reach. Traces the lines of her fingers. Ever so subtly… Invested, of course. Unfortunately as within his apology for baling earlier the other night… That was part of the draw backs in being a hero, whilst you could save the world. Save people, there was most likely someone you will letting down. The sacrifices were worth it, but occasionally they sucked. Most nights at a bar could get rowdy, though upon seeing Sara, Roy was assured he hadn't been a complete jack ass from baling. As sincerely he could be. 'Hi Roy… Good as always… Oh its cool, I understand. Emergencies happen… Yeah, it died down after a couple hours… You wanting the stage? You know I could get into trouble for this?' Sara casually and sweetly responded to Roy. With naturally flutter of her eyes. Perk of her lips, Roy was hearing most of it… No, of course he was. He was a great listener. As Roy grinned at her reading his mind, well that and he had his guitar strapped to his back was perhaps a mild clue. Laughed generously, perhaps Roy was trouble.

"Indeed I was… Its such a lonely stage without me… Hmmm, how about I promise Friday? It was Friday you were free, right? Please? It would also save me freezing my butt off outside."

Flashing Roy's big brown eyes. Smouldering smile. Rested his elbow lightly on the bar as his eyes motioned to the stage. That was literally calling for him, it really was so lonely without him as Roy hardly need to paint the picture… Of course he could walk on by, play outside if he must, but somehow despite the trouble. Sara hardly ever seemed to really mind. He usually was gone before the boss was here later. Whom must be delighted at the random crowd Roy had brought. Win win, really. Letting go of any attempts of pouting. He really wasn't a begging man, but well. He could find a spare moment, suggesting wednesday. He was had a good memory recalling she had mentioned her day off. Hardly a beg, because well, he would take her out regardless, but it defiantly would help. Pleaded a little with his playful smile… 'Yes… Hmmm, ok… That could work… No, we defiantly wouldn't want that… Could you play me something?' It certainly was working, Sara was perhaps trying to hold the content she was feeling, but hell, her beautiful cheeks more than gave it away. Soon her smile broke with her words. Pretty much seemed like a sealed deal, they could certainly get the details out a little later. Retuned her laugh regarding the protection of his behind… Though with the assurance he knew he was free to use the stage and Sara's question, simply warmed his heart.

"Your reading my mind, sweetheart… Of course I can!"

Roy delighted Sara with his quick beat response. As if he had already the perfect song in his head, of course perhaps he'd spring it on her when he played. Hell, maybe there be more than one. If there was ever a muse, Sara was certainly something to sing about. Lightly took her hand in his and kissed her hand. A little romantic. Perhaps a little cheesy, but effective. Leaving Sara with a smile. A wink. Such a pretty girl. With that, Roy spun on his heals and made way for the stage. To set up… This was actually better than the street. Given he could use the microphone. As he motioned to set that up first. Putting his guitar down at the front edge of the stage. Pulled out the mic stand. Messed with it to get the proper height. After a few tries, it was just about perfect. Placed the microphone in the cradle. Switched all that system on. Given it was just him. All he needed was his voice, his guitar and pretty much a microphone. Perhaps a stool set aside if need be, but not now. Unclipped his guitar case. Flipped it open and it was the smell of home. His baby. Taking it in his hands. Put the strap over his shoulder. Roy motioned the guitar case in a decent spot for tips. Before Roy then settled behind the microphone. Just doing a little testing. The microphone took a little tweaking. Then Roy focused on his guitar. Alert enough to the world, but one could note he was focusing on his instrument right now. Running his fingers over the strings. It was close to being in tune from the last time he played it, but it could always do with a little warm up. So could Roy.

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While this morning's chat had him turned in the direction of many more upscale bars and locales, his meandering had brought him to an offbeat place. Cozy inside, lovely views, even. It was better than beating the path in the snow. It seemed that spring would never touch her graces to this city. But one could hope. After he'd stomped the snow from his fine leather shoes, and brushed it from his jacket, did he get a table, and order something hot. The gal inside was a delicate blonde, and something he could appreciate.



It was only after a few minutes of studying the menu did he find something he wanted. His diet consisted mostly of natural, whole foods, and most places it was hard to find such pure cuisine. So instead, here, he opted for a tall glass of tea, and mozerlla sticks. With marara. Hopefully made fresh.



As he gave his order, he leaned back in his chair, his hands knit together behind his head. The comings and goings were steady, and there was a stage in the corner. Perhaps a bit of live music to warm his stay, even. He did love music, though the clubs and discos were where his passions usually strayed. Perhaps he could take the blonde he had ran into before out. She had looked familiar, somehow. Perhaps he'd seen her somewhere other than the park. He'd have to think on that, later. For now he would wait for his food, and drink in the sights and smells of Gotham.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Once on stage. Roy Harper was certainly feeling in the mood. The rhythm as it were. Feeling the bare strings of his guitar, pick in other hand. The room. The place, was quiet at this time, it was most likely going to remain a slow day, it was winter, but it was comfy kind of place. A bar, but it was also in ways a cafe. Owned privately by someone that wanted a place with good drinks, good food and good music to go along with it. Wasn't high end, but it did have heart. That contemporary vibe. Given its location, in most cases it was mostly stumbled upon, but once found it could become locally beloved… Of course one of the key things to keep coming. Least for this red blooded male, was Sara… Put it always down to a woman. As his dark eyes remained mostly at his guitar. Warming up, invested. Feeling it, but eyes carried off the stage momentarily… Casually noting a man, one is sometimes all you need… Once in check. Roy felt the song, start it slow. He could certainly pick it up, with just his guitar, it was defiantly the more acoustic performance… Feeling the first beats. Standing confident behind the mic. Hmmm, there could be many songs one could write. Could sing about her. Looking at Sara… Was this is?

"Ohhh…"

The smooth sound of Roy's voice cut through from the microphone. A simple flow of the starting sway of the song, sometimes it was just down to the moment. The feeling and right now, as Roy strung the deep moving beats from his guitar. He was indeed feeling it was his heart. It was a building song.. As there wasn't much waited pause, before Roy set down into the lyrics. He did indeed have a rockstar swag about him, but he he could get intimate. He was a musician that loved music, he just also favoured all the hardcore boy stuff, particularly in his night job.

"I have been searching for your touch. Unlike any touch I've ever known…"

Roy sang, his voice was naturally gifted, lessons here and there, but natural otherwise. With that unique little quirk to his voice, but it was real. Feeling the firs words, eyes looked at his guitar, but evidently searched for Sara. The tingle of a smile at his lips, but when he was in the moment. He was in the moment, but he was also a stage man. Certainly was a far cry from selling out stadiums, there was always more to learn, but even if he was any sort of butterflies, he felt comfortable on stage. If anything he craved it. As his eyes stared in that warm subtle inviting way. Causing the blushes, but the smile. Lifted a hand shortly off his guitar strings, touched his microphone. Just that little straightening it up. Flowing his words to that short little pause. As Sara attended to the man in the audience, if one could consider this an audience. 'Here you are sir… If there is anything else you would like, just let me know… I'm Sara… Oh, my bad… Here is the specials menu for today, I'll leave that with you to look through, if anything may take your fancy. The clam chowder is particularly good…' Sara spoke politely with a soft spoken of her voice and soft lips. Little make-up, it was almost like she had her own natural glow… Least from this view.

"And I never thought about you much, til I'm broken down and all alone. Ohhh!"

The words flowing out after the short pause. Letting out the slightest tell of his vulnerability, that was sometimes the beauty of music, you could show things you might not otherwise do, or perhaps not really know how… Dark eyes shut momentarily. Perhaps these words could be hitting in more than a couple of places. Because, whilst Sara glowed. Such beauty, such life. He could also feel her. The her, that wasn't so much in reach, he missed… Felt lost, but he could try… He was here trying… Sara had offered the man a wink, before handing him the specials menu, expressing the life just hinted behind her eyes. A girl, just wishing you to know her… Maybe take her hand and show her something new. It was nearing the day of romance… Roy could certainly do the romancing…

"Though I don't understand the meaning of love, I do not mind if I die trying, ohhh!!!"

Sung deep and true. Watching Sara had possibly turned a way a little, but the hint of the smile from the corner of her cheek… Roy's heart had loved, before so many many times. He truly felt at a time, perhaps in someway it was still true, that Donna had been the closest to being the one, but she wasn't first love… Perhaps even from the first love of his life. His so called teenage sweetheart. That whole back and forth, always leaving, returning, leaving. Until it just dissolved. There was hurt from both sides, Roy could honestly sing. Say, he hadn't figured it all out. This thing called love, yet it could creep up and choke you unexpectedly.

"Took it for granted when you lifted me UP!!!"

The flow from his voice built up, felt the swell in his heart. As the note raised up in his voice. Closed his eyes, it was never hard to be reminded. It was never hard for Donna to easily slip into his mind, as she had slipped in his heart… Could he really truly say that goodbye… With a gently pause, before Roy dived into the chorus. His hands doing the work on his baby. Making her sing her musical tunes. Feeling the room. With the flow of the music, deep and meaningful. Beat enough to certainly enjoy, moving.

"I'm asking for your help. I am going through hell… Afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice. You cut out all the noise, and now that I can see the mistakes so clearly now. I'd kill if I could take you back."

Filling the room with the lyrics. The cutting words. Hints of so many truths, then at the end of the day, a song. A good song. His dark eyes could reach out through the room. Had there been one or a hundred, Roy could simply feel one with the stage. Just one with his voice. Guitar. All the shit he had dragged himself through, all the hell in most cases he was guaranteed had been his fault. Out of all the hell, there could still be lights. Even though he possibly seeking Sara's voice. Soon… Donna's voice was certainly still easily felt… Heard and moved him even if you didn't see his feet move. He was subtle at times, but do not mistake him for someone that doesn't have a heart. Someone that doesn't care. Perhaps it would be easier if he didn't care so much. He could just go through life at easy with it all. Caring so much, whilst good, could also be a heavy burden… Feeling the reflection. The thoughts. The feelings. No tears. He had cried enough to fill wells, but there was always something to unleash. Sometimes, heck most times there was music to help sooth the soul… Hmmm, perhaps he really could try, keep trying...

"But how? But how?"

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Music:MAROON 5 - How?

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As his food and drink were set before him, he didn't notice. The singer was gaunt, lanky. But the guitar was nice. And the song, haunting. His jaw set, and he reached for his beverage to take a sip, once it came into his view.

He could remember a love, once. But that was too far gone. Her hair. Her smile. Her laughter. Fingertips, kisses. All of it. All gone. He'd stuffed each thought, emotion, loss deep somewhere, and this song, a simple guitar and voice had drudged up feelings he had thought would not follow.

But there was always time for a new start, no? That is what he had came to Gotham for. After much searching, canvasing cities, markets, all of it. And Gotham, this coastal metropolis is where he had landed, and now was slowly but surely carving out his niche.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

After the initial warm up and first few songs. With the slow upbeat rising, but otherwise remained the smooth cool sound. Roy still chilling on the stage with his guitar. The place had acquired a few more costumers, though it was hardly a filled audience, but really any at this stage was better than nothing. Even scoring some tips and chance in his guitar case, it was a minor thing. Mostly the experience and exposer was more important. Roy could honestly say he did on some scale enjoy the performing factor. Of course he felt more comfortable with his guitar, but well he'd probably have places to grow for a while. So after the first few songs, Roy set into a more upbeat, stringing that tune on his guitar. Acoustic, but certainly a beat you could tap a foot to, sing to. As Roy stepped again to the microphone. Feeling the few beads of sweat on his forehead. Even though it was freezing cold outside, performing could truly warm you up.

"I really, I really, whoa. I really need to know. I really, I really, whoa. Or else, you gotta let me go, oh. I really, I really… "

Roy voice came at the opening words. Stopping momentarily the strumming of his guitar. Instead rather kept a beat with a rhythmic click of his hand. Eyes kept decent contact with the faces that were there. The song was certainly a little more suggestive, in the suggestion in making a woman blush and well in many cases, Roy liked women. In general as well the company and from the ways things were going. He had an up coming date. There usually seemed to be a reason to sing. This was defiantly a reason. As soon as Roy ended the opening, with the slight pause, be began playing his guitar again. To fill the room with the music and his voice.

"This time i really need to do things right. Shivers that you give me keep me freezing all night… You make me shudder, oh yeah. I can't believe it, I'm not myself. Suddenly I'm thinking' about no one else. You make me shudder..."

Hmmm, yeah this could be considered more for the ladies. Perhaps, Sara. Though the song was relatable no doubt, still with the smooth, cool edge. Least one could hope and super bonus no one had booed. Least it would seem and not thrown anything at him. Depending on the items, that was certainly a good thing. One could say he had been in that situation a couple of times. Thankfully his head was pain free so far. Though it certainly was feeling the beat, the cool little vibe in the room. Certainly at later hours, possibly be hotter time, then again it was winter… Though he honestly felt good music was certainly one say to warm the soul and he was certainly trying to aid at that. Even if it be one singular person… After the flow of music, Roy did come to a break in the tunes. Least a break for now, although he was pretty content he could almost call it a day. He probably could head over to the bunker in a couple of hours, checking his watch. Running a hand over his set of hair. Catching the little beads of sweat. Clearing on his jeans. Put his baby safely in the case for the time being. Catching his breath. Roy exited the little stage and made way to a table. Potentially near the unknown man… Pulling up a chair as the beautiful Sara approached. "You were amazing, Roy… Can I get you a drink or something to eat?" She could have possibly grinned a little ear to ear, before taking the seat, Roy politely pecked her on the cheek in gratitude. Kind words, from a kind girl was always a plus.

"Why, thank you pretty girl… Oh, yeah. Just a bottle of water, thanks!"

Slipping free, though Roy's hand played light at Sara's, lingered shortly. With the flash of his smile and eyes. Wink perhaps. All elements of charm… Before a small request for water. No alcohol, even though it was technically to early for that, a few months ago it certainly wouldn't be. Right now he could wind down chill. Taking a seat and sat back. Tilted his head back a little. Closed his eyes shortly. Potentially feeling some eyes on him, but otherwise he was content. Running fingers over the bridge of his nose. Sometimes it was tiring and sometimes the late patrol could catch up his lack of sleep pattern.

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Music:MAROON 5 - Stutter

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This song was not as good as the first. Enjoying his beverage and food, he wanted to stay to hear him out. But the musician certainly had his pick of the ladies, he noticed.



Leaning back, he waved off his waitress if she asked if he needed anything more, his eyes wandering again. Perhaps, like the first song said, he could find someone. Divorce was not as taboo as it once was. People understood failure a bit better now.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Roy took rest momentarily refreshing himself with some chugs of water. Clearing his head a little. The little cosy bar/cafe was still quiet with a few costumers. Though his attention was of course continually going back to Sara. With the little glances and perking up smiles. How could he not? Every now and then doing the rounds. Checking up on him, even he was more than fine, but he felt the draw. The place lacking of a tune. He needed to bring a little more soul and beat to what Sara was calling out for, even if she didn't know it. Roy took the hint and he was going to run with it. Leaving his seating and motioned for his guitar again. Call it a sort of serenade. Hmmm, yes slipping the guitar back in place and it was like home. It was not the smell of the new anymore, but it sure smelled like love. Sweat and a little bit of tears. He could literally leave his blood on the strings and occasionally he probably actually did. Sometimes the things that you loved could hurt you…. Even though Donna was still a piece in his heart… He was trying. Perhaps even this was a fling. Soon followed Sara a little around room, not taking the stage. He could fall in love again and usually he'd really fall, but very rarely was it as easy for him to stay so fallen. He was the carefree living in the moment and occasionally the breaker of hearts. Though more often than not when a relationship was near the end, both know in some way.

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you. Tomorrow I'll miss you. Remember I'll always be true… And then while I'm away. I'll write home every day, and I'll send all my loving to you."

Strumming acoustically from his guitar and without a microphone, but Roy was certainly heard. Loud enough, at least for Sara. Followed less then aimlessly from table to table. Hardly taking notice of on lookers. They could call it a sweet display of young love and perhaps wish they could have a touch of such romance in their lives. As for many romance was dead, but well, Roy was adamant he knew how to turn it on. With the swirl deep of the words from his lips. Did he truly, deeply love Sara? He certainly was feeling it, was he in love? That was less easy to answer, but the dude was trying. At one point when a moment was spare, Roy let go from playing on his guitar. Taking Sara's hand and span her sweetly, a gesture. That certainly made the coloured cheeks rosy as Roy had intended. Before pulling her up a chair.

"I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing. And hope that my dreams will come true. And then when I'm away. I'll write home every day, and send all my loving to you."

Bringing his hands back to his guitar and with the rather known beat in a stripped down way. The touch of intimacy. Eyes down on Sara. Singing along and singing true. Catching the light shading against her hair. The light flicking in her eyes, catching the moments when each word fell on her ears and made more than a sound. It made her move. Smile. If only that, it could be enough. The escaping of eyes, merely the quirk of shyness. Coming down almost to the heels of his feet and finding himself more level with his listener. The shear gesture that yes the words. The song. The music was reaching out to you. Perhaps to more in the room, but for now Roy only had eyes for one right now. Singing the sweet lyrics and catching the soft smiles. Blushes to the cheeks. Hesitantly, but Sara got back to her feet trying to hide the tender bliss. Roy was shortly behind as he followed the short stride to the bar. With it between, couldn't stop the last words on the tip of his tongue and perhaps on the tip of his heart. Like an arrow.

"All my loving I will send to you. All my loving, darling I'll be true."

Roy ended it short. Sweet. With a few more tunes from his guitar, perhaps he could have continued, but then came the little bell above the door. In walked two ladies. Not just any ladies. Roxy a somewhat 6 foot model slash waitress, with dark hair, big dark eyes and deep golden tanned complexion. Sultry lips. Nice body hugged from the tight jeans and button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. Next to her was Kory. Yep, there defiantly a bonus when she was your roommate, you got to hang out with models more often. Roy could hardly complain, then again what man would. Watching the two beauties enter. Roxy greeting Sara behind the bar and Kory stopped near Roy. A casual peck on the cheek. Of course she made everything pop, wearing a purple sweater dress that came at her golden thighs, with a little string opening at her golden cleavage, but not too revealing. Boots, of course it was winter, despite she was literally made of fire as she looked. With her red hair loose and wild as always.

"Hello Ladies… You're looking as radiant as ever, Roxy."

Roy naturally peaked up as he settled himself briefly on a bar chair. Places his guitar beside him. Greeting the women, though he was sure with 3 on 1, he was possibly walking to girl talk at some point, but he wouldn't complain. Extended a kind compliment to Roxy, he hadn't seen her in a few days and she certainly was looking good. 'Hi Roy, thanks you're sounding as amazing as ever… Hmmm, yeah I finally got tanned, I feel amazing, almost as radiant as Kory… How is it that you have such a natural tan?' And in not even five minutes it turns to girl talk and tanning. Looking at this weather wasn't going to be easy naturally. "Genetics!" That was an understatement as Kory responded in toe, but hardly stumbled that it was alien genetics. Still honest as she could be. Roy smiled simply.

"How was work? You got off early?"

Curiously and kindly Roy asked Kory. As Roxy tied a little apron on and Sara pulled her aside little. A little conversation going on. Gossiping? But he made little attention to the whispers now. "Oh it went wonderfully… We got a lot done… Yeah, I'll probably head home in a bit and get some of the house work done." Bubbly as Kory normally could be, with lit up cheeks and almost lit up eyes hidden behind the thick sunglasses. House work? Muffling an amused smile, do laundry whilst probably clean up any damages. Although it hardly sounded like the last hour of pearl harbour, so it probably was safe… 'Oooh, he is handsome… What's he like?' Roxy's voice peaked up again responding to Sara who pointed out the man sitting by himself. Roy shifted slightly in his chair as he looked in the direction. He certainly wasn't bad looking, though from the sounds of the single Roxy, she certainly setting her eyes and more. 'I don't know, he hasn't really said much… Just keeps to himself, but he certainly seems intriguing. Don't you think?' Sara responded in fashion. Hmmm, intriguing. Maybe… 'Oh yes… He kind looks like that dude in the psycho movie with the chainsaw.' The things that women say and see. Psycho man. Chainsaw. As Roy looked back at the man. Baffled if he could really see it.

"You mean American Psycho… And that doesn't creep you out?"

Quirked a brow back at Roxy as he mentioned curiously and she nodded her head. Looking back at the man, how was that something someone wanted to go after? Perhaps some chicks dig creepy or perhaps some chicks were a little crazy. Maybe it was just the whole dangerous thing. 'You kidding!' Roxy responded simply with a deep set smile. Well apparently it wasn't that creepy, then again maybe it was just outlook, the bad boy thing. 'You should go talk to him.' Sara encouraged. "Introduce yourself." Kory added in short. 'Hmmm… I don't know… I don't really know what to say…' Roxy paused and responded a little more shy. Unsure the approach. 'Maybe Roy could go talk to him.' Sara suggested to Roxy, though really to Roy. As he perked his ears. Feeling he was partially getting roped into. Oh, who was he kidding, could really stand a chance against three women. 'Oh, could you Roy?' Roxy pepped up as she asked Roy, fluttering those eye lashes at him.

"Really you want me to go hit on another guy for you?"

Roy phased that out to Sara, phasing it out for himself. Least that was how it sounded. He wasn't even sure he had enough pick up lines for this. Raising his eyebrow to the women. This was ridiculous… 'No… Just you know find out his schtick.' Sara then added. His schtick? Roy amusingly questioned with the slight shake of his head at the comment. He kinda grasped what that meant. "I can talk to him if you want!" Kory then threw out the offer, she was pretty much up to meeting anyone new. But, Roy could save her the trouble. After all, he knew what this was. They wanted the guys point of view on him and well Roy could certainly handle himself enough for a little general guy talk.

"Schtick? You mean find out if he's actually a psycho or not… Don't worry, Kory. I'll go."

Roy responded amusingly to Sara, pretty much commenting that they wanted to know if he was a bad creep or a completely charming. Perhaps a little character. Edge who knows. Roy half smiled to Sara, pretty much nodding. He could defiantly check this man out. Make sure he was safe. Roy after all lived to protect lives and particularly women. Swing his chair to get back to his feet, assured Kory that she needn't take care of this, although she certainly could show a stronger fist if needed, but Roy could take the guy approach. It was cool as the awkward as this could be. "Be Nice!" Roy got back to his feet, heading towards where the mystery man sat. Catching Kory's voice behind him.

"I'm always nice!"

Roy called back shortly, even though his jaw was a little set. Eyes on the target. Their target. He probably miss the details the ladies truly wanted, but well he certainly could check him out. Who knows maybe he was married or somewhat taken… There could be any number of reasons why a man sits alone in such a place. Even though checking out ladies was the main one that popped in Roy's head. He'd probably know shortly. It didn't take him long until he reached where the man sat and certainly he wasn't completely horrible looking. Perhaps well dressed, though Roy wasn't much one in the know of fashion.

"Hey I'm Roy… Is this seat taken? What brings you to this part of the city?"

Once Roy approached, he didn't waste time, but he was inviting as much as he could be. As merely a gesture to hang out. Reaching and extended a hand to shake the man's hand. Introducing himself with ease. Nicely enough. Of course there was always the chance he'd just shoo him off. Asked casually if the seat was taken as Roy pulled it out and took a seat. Grabbing at a breadstick. Snapping it in half and taking a bite. Before he dived in a question. An easy casual question to start with. Of course with the minor flock of the women at the bar behind him. He could just hear the whispers. The chattering. So good chance the man already knew why Roy had approached him. Though who knows, maybe he could turn out to be just a really cool dude and they could hang out a little. Though Roy was probably going to get something kicked if he didn't bring back some report.

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Music:MAROON 5 - All My Loving!

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

The morning at set out rather smoothly for the tamaranean princess. After a decent early rise. Greeting the morning. Some general routine along with a little soaking of sun, despite it being a little overcast by the weather. It certainly wasn't impossible. Of course not. The sun was always there. After kissing Dick goodbye and seeing him off to work. Kory had set herself off to work. A simple, rather quick model gig. Quick little fun time, really. It wasn't that hard to pose and be a little cute. Or aggressive, depending on the frame. Anyhow, after the initially ending it. Kory and a long with Roxy, a model she had befriended. Took to the streets. Began with a simple stroll. A little checking out a little window shopping. Kory did hop into one, scored herself milk-bottled candy. It was after all, very milky. Put the candy in her purse, before the girls made their way to the little bar-cafe. It was sweet. A little remote. A little retro. Just cool, calm and possibly collected. With a nice big window that truly could open up the space. After the initially walking in. Surprisingly stumbling, but not too surprised. To see Roy there. Catching possibly the last few tunes and melodies. It was possibly his element. Perhaps her radar was a little low, but the other ladies' wasn't. After checking out the new fresh face in the place. Honestly, she didn't get the psycho reference. Movie? Shaking her red hair ever so slightly. Tilted. Personally he seemed charming, with simple composure. Not completely bad taste, perhaps either.

Not long after taking a seat beside Roy at the cute little rustic bar. Roy was set upon getting the so called 'low down' on the man. Humans! Kory could almost mutter. Giggled softly at Roy's remark that he was always nice. Really? Then, suppose he probably wasn't about to pull out his guns… As Kory settled herself more comfortably at the bar. Putting her purse on the table. Pulling out her little bag of candy. Quietly picking at a couple of the mini looking milk bottles. As green eyes grazed over here and there at the two men, but of course weren't they meant to look like they weren't? Who really knew… As Kory listen also to the little chi-chat behind the bar. Roxy almost directly behind her. From the men's view. Perhaps it maybe questionable who was the one interested… Hmmm. Kory watched Roy pull out the seat. Where was his manners, sometimes? She amusingly laughed to herself.

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Marc continued to sit quietly, until a new slew of customers came through the door. Two women of impressive height, and tan. One was a redhead. The other jet black. There was some robust conversation and then the musican came over and pulled out a chair and introduced himself.

"I'm Marc. Nice to meet you." He offered first, smiling to the man, a flick of his blue eyes to the women who just came in. "A quiet afternoon. Food. To the city in general I'm here for business." Which was true.

As Roy and him spoke on, he inclined his head toward the two tall, leggy women. "I'm guessing you are friends with both of them, and one wanted to talk with me? By the way you should be in a band. You sing damn good. Especially without any electronics, man." He was being honest. Roy was good. All of his words were spoken with a light inflection of French persuasion.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

It was perhaps a little forward of Roy to just walk over and take a seat. Though really what was the worst that could happen. Besides it seemed to pay off rather well. The mystery man didn't shoo him off. Noting the decent smile and hmmm, blue eyes… The girls would surely love that feature. Not bad, not bad at all. As Roy stretched himself more comfortably in his seat. Seemed the mystery man wasn't so mystery anymore. He had a name. Marc. Sure, he certainly looked like a Marc? If Roy even knew what that meant. As Roy listened and gathered as Marc listed his reasons to what brought him here. Business? Well, wasn't all men. Roy quirked an eye brow.

"Likewise… It certainly is the place for a quiet afternoon and good food along this strip… What kind of business? It certainly wouldn't be the worst place to be a busboy."

Roy responded with his own slightly charming smile, shaking Marc's hand. Nodded, though perhaps not entirely as quiet as Marc had hoped, between the music and as Roy motioned a head. A glance to the girls behind the bar, they weren't exactly hush hush on their conversation. Roy expressed amusingly, then again it was the other kind of quiet, right. Before more sincerely expressing as Roy motioned a slight hand to the area for the good food. It was usually in the slightly tucked away places, it was probably more known by the locals than merely tourist, but you usually scored lucky when you did find it. Curiously asked about Marc's business, other than potentially picking up the ladies, which he certainly couldn't knock him for. Half the reason for playing music and being in the band was to pick up the ladies, whilst also enjoying the music. Of course. But the ladies certainly were a big perk. Marc didn't really come across as a waiter, though as Roy harmlessly played, he wouldn't knock him if that was what he was here for. Giving Marc a slight knowing smile. Who certainly wasn't completely blinded by the situation, although Roy wasn't overly surprised. As he suggested towards the women congregating at the bar… They were exactly being subtle. In most cases when they don't think guys notice, they're noticing more than they know.

"Yeah, I know them… Thats Sara… Roxy… And Kory!"

Guilty as charged, Roy responded with a slight raise of his voice, raise of his brow. Certainly not a huge leap, he amusingly smiled. Although he knew them, he didn't know all three extremely extremely well, but not far off in some cases. With a slight motion of his hand, not completely out of rudeness, but to acknowledge them by name. Formal introduction was still on the cards. Though for now, told Marc their names. Blonde little cutie of course, Sara. The dark haired looking for love and fun, Roxy… Of course, there was Kory, even less than subtle. As the other two had caught the attention of the two males were a little more reserved from the eye contact. Kory more waved sweetly, before blowing a soft kiss in their general direction, for some apparent reason. Oh, right. She's Kory… Roy turned his gaze back to Marc with an amused smile.

"Oh yeah and I live with that one… Sure, talk. Potentially tear your clothes off… Just when you think you know what they want, they can surprise you… So they sent me to get the run down… Are you seeing anyone?"

Roy added in a slight head tilt towards Kory. The fiery red head with the golden tan. When he said live together. It was defiantly friends living together. Strictly friends, with the occasion chances of a peep show and that was it. Dick certainly would try to string him by the neck if he did. Loosely Roy hang on Marc asking if one of them wanted to talk to him. Mostly, sure. Although Roy wasn't one to truly guess or say what a woman really want. As Roy amused lightly, at how intensely the girls could talk. Gossip. Not to mention potentially intrigued if Marc was a straight up psycho. Women could be a little crazy, but being unpredictable certainly was one part reason Roy like them. As well as he liked to think he knew them and wanted to be as in tune, always room for a little surprise. More depending on the woman. In more cases realising he just knew nothing, but always willing to put himself on the line… Confessing he was here to get the 101 on Marc, again not exactly subtle anyway. Get the guy's opinion. How closely they would heed his opinion, was another thing entirely. He could potentially say the dude was from mars, good chance that wasn't going to down play him… As Roy led to the rather more important inquiry. Was Marc a free man? Was he seeing someone exclusively? Roy couldn't exactly stake claim it was going to be totally exclusive with Sara, that often played both ways more often than not. They were young.

"Oh, Dude. That means a lot… Thank-you… I certainly try. You know, give it my all… In fact I am actually in a band… We're in between names at the moment… I do love my electric guitar, but it is nice to just play with the raw acoustics every now and then… Listen, if your free this friday. There's this bonfire, to help bring in the new spring… You can come hang out with the girls, hear some good music. Have a good time. I mean if you want. You should defiantly consider it… Its totally free!"

There was defiantly a little added perk to Roy's ears hearing Marc compliment him on his performances. His voice. Not that it was completely perking up his ego, but was certainly was a nice thing to hear. If anything to know you were going down the right path, but Roy wasn't one to stop chasing the things he was most passionate about. Give it his all. Enlightened to Marc that he did in fact have a band. It certainly was at no level like Maroon 5, but they were tight enough. Just not here. Call it mostly practise. There was certainly less gigs of lately, but they weren't on a complete dry spell… Just no name that was sticking right now, which is probably safe to say many bands probably go through in the early stages. Geez, if that even meant they were going global… Suppose despite his individual night life, he could somehow make that work, if he really wanted to. Who knew, for now he was rolling with it and getting a little cash on the side here and there. It was hardly a great wealth, it wasn't a profession you just run in expecting to get paid. No it was first and for most about the music. The drive. Roy enlightened that he didn't always play with an acoustic guitar, it was just handy to take with him and sure the natural sound was always welcomed… Roy sank a little more comfortable, this certainly was more his element, than merely trying to find out what side Marc potentially looked better on… So far no creep… Just extremely good taste in music, Roy gathered. Thus put out the open invitation, of just a rather casual bonfire on one of the shores of Gotham. It wasn't exactly like a beach in Miami, but you add a bonfire. Good music. Good people. Cheap food. Cheap beer. It could be easily turned into a goodnight. A lot of college kids, but it brought really anyone old enough wanting to have fun. Hey, the girls could get to know him better. Seemed like an almost win win. As Roy motioned for his guitar case and pulled out a partially folded flyer for the bonfire and placed it before Marc. Make it official, of course it could not be his thing, but certainly no harm in offering.

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Forward thinking people did not bother Marc. Assertive folks were to be appreciated, especially in his line of work. As he spoke with Roy, he grinned. "I sell wine. My family has a vineyard. I travel and see if any places care to stock and sell it. But I agree, this place certainly has it's perks if one was to work here." He glanced over his shoulder the the duo of women, highlighting the clientele as well as being rather fortunate to glance upon.

Watching to each woman as Roy named them, he tried to commit each face, smile, head of hair, and name to memory. Each woman had their own particular gifts, especially the redhead. "Thank you. And you live with, ah, Kory is her name? The redhead?" Did that mean the two were dating? Lucky man if that were true. She was quite an affectionate, forward woman. No harm there.

He had to laugh. Roy clearly knew women as he did. "Of course. You think you know what they like, and it changes, daily. And no, I'm not seeing anyone. Single. Was married before, now I'm not." If the man was looking to set him up, he was not one to turn down an offer such as that. Especially when the musician was as acquainted with such lovely specimens as those he lived with, and knew on a first name basis. Quite the luck.

"I try to give compliments when they are due. And you should think of a name. Sooner, rather than later. If I ever own a place here, I would have you sing there in a heartbeat. Or just you. Here, actually-" Marc withdrew one of his own cards and scribbled his number on it. "I finally picked up a local number. But any of those will reach me. Text, email, call." Slipping the card across the table to him, he'd hope that Roy would sing. And as to Friday, was he free?

He held up a finger to the man, scrolling through his phone for a second. "I'm free, and I do love good music. Where abouts will this bonfire be?" Taking the flier, he looked it over before refolding it and looking at Roy once more. "Can I take this with me? It'd be nice to escape the concrete jungle for a bit. I grew up on rolling countryside and green. So the city is new to me at times."

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Wait? What? Roy paused momentarily as Marc mentioned what he did. Well, what kind of line of work. Wine? Great. Where was Marc 5 months ago. No, Roy. Don't go back tracking right not, but surely it wasn't totally left field to have gone there. Not to mention if he did land a friend in Marc, that would be hand. Would have been. Would have been. Roy half grinned to convince himself and when that didn't work. He kicked himself. Only he didn't feel it. Possible he just kicked Marc then… Accidentally.

"Sorry about that… Recovering alcoholic! I can say I have done my fair share of stomping grapes… If you know what I mean… It defiantly does. If you are looking for places to sell your wine, this defiantly be a good place… The manager is out… I'd suggest giving your card to one of the girls."

Promptly Roy apologised to Marc, if indeed he bumped him. Accidentally of course. Before raising his hand. It seemed the go anytime he had to admit it to an AA meeting. Of course this mean he was also saying, I'm sorry not allowed to try your wine. Not that he could say he was much for the fancy stuff, but at a time it really didn't matter what it was. On occasion he had and 'made' wine. Roy lightly commented, hey it was always selling point, landing one on one with another in a grate filled with grapes. Messy and usually loose clothes. How in the world he found a grate of grapes was another thing entirely. Oliver? Possible. It was also possible he'd met someone that made wine that was a little more attractive than Marc, least in keeping to Roy's tastes. Roy lightly played his eye brows to Marc. Naturally assuming Marc had landed himself in similar situations. Before following the gaze to the women. Was certainly a sight worth eyeing. Before of course Roy suggested to Marc giving them his card. It would possibly knock two birds with one stone, kind of deal.

"Yeah, we're just friends. Go way back, when we were teens… Stunning isn't she! With the recent crash I had, I needed the positive environment… You can say!"

Roy humbly replied. Confidently. No doubt he knew her, though exactly how much he knew her, of course was a need know bases kinda thing. Unless she cared to random toss out a starbolt. Adding they had been friends for a good while. Teens, meant seen the rough years. Not of course he didn't try. Flirt. He naturally flirted. He loved women. Kory was quite the woman, tamaranean, it really didn't matter what. Still great to look at and be around. Roy smiled simply before adding in kind why he was living with her, before briefly looking back at her and then Marc. You learn quick she is all about positive mental attitude… Catching the laugh. The understanding look. Indeed they knew women. Loved women. Roy most certainly loved Women and sex. In his mind there were two types of men. The men that are fucking misogynist pigs and then there are men who really love women. That think they're the most amazing people in the world and that is definitely Roy.

"And we're always love sick to adjust. More often, totally worth it…. Ah, thats rough. Divorce or widow? Though, I'm sure they'll be glad to hear your single and free. I've only really considered marriage once, otherwise the peer pressure to marry can certainly be a mother F**ker. If you ask me!"

With a knowing smile just how often women changed. The complexity of their creature. Hmmm, yeah. Roy was usually most happy to 'adjust'. With that last brief glance to the girls. In most case left such a man a fool from time to time, but a happy fool. Laughing shortly, before that was quite cut, when Marc brought up he was was married before, but single now. Roy with a slight curious brow, asked if it was a divorce or a widow, type thing. He couldn't say he related greatly. Never being married, but he had lost love a few times actually through break ups, they usually sucked either end. Hate being the cause of tears and being the one made to cry. Yes, a man can cry. From time to time.. Though of course Donna's death, that had certainly rattled a little more deeper. As Roy mentioned briefly he had only considered marriage once. At this point, it may be the only time. He was a strong believer that marriage was something be at the right time. A time that may never come, he was content with that. From what he saw from a lot that get married around him, it was the peer pressure of needing to get married, maybe not entirely, but it certainly play quite the role. Roy smiled briefly, not to make it sound offensive, but a commitment is a commitment. It just seemed like a much larger thing that just to think you wanted it. Shouldn't you know it, more than simply desire it?

"Wow, I'll definitely be in touch. Thanks a lot… Oh, sure. If you head up past Sprang River, its just north of the coast, a few minutes out of the city. Its all in the flyer. If in doubt follow the flock and loud music! It'll start early. About 5 pm and run late, depending on how it goes. Sure, its yours. France? That must certainly be a change, I'm pretty sure Kory speaks french, but can't say I do. I know what you mean about the concrete, it all but normal by now. But, I grew up with a native tribe. Ran through a lot of forests in my day. Is it just the wine that brings you to Gotham?"

Roy was half a little speechless and blown way. Seriously thinking, this Marc dude, was quite alright. Offering his compliments. Roy wasn't much of a blusher, but he gotta give it the man. He'd defiantly be in touch. The band mostly started for shear fun and way to meet women. Not just love of music. He wasn't so sure he had greatly seen a career out of it. Even if he wanted to. Could he? When he was Arsenal and he couldn't truly know. He just knew he couldn't just drop that life. Something major would have to happen, like have kid or something. Otherwise Arsenal was also what he wanted to do. It wasn't something he fell into, went through some weird accident or had some tragic happen to him like most heroes do. He was hero that truly wanted to be a hero. That chose it. Playing without he card. Text. Email. Call. This probably work for the girls as well. Hmmm, but then again Roy wouldn't stand in the way if Marc wanted to hand out his own digits. Understanding there can be some dignity in that, but as long as they're given, right? Shrugs… Before looking over as Marc checked he was free. Brilliant. More the merrier. Before Roy offered some brief directions. Gestured a hand in that general direction from this place, of course the exactly address and all, was in the flyer. It shouldn't be hard. Large group of young rowdy college type bunch. Booze. Music. If you were looking for a good time, you would find it… Roy curiously led from Marc mentioning where he grew up. Least from what Sara said and merely by how Marc spoke. France wasn't huge leap as he asked. Far. Far from any reach Roy planned to take, maybe one day. A day thats not of course tied to a titan mission. Roy casually shared how he grew up, given the topic. That he could say. Not so much say that the fact running around the the forest ended him up wanting to be a better Robin Hood. Yeah, no. Robin Hood, didn't have a fucking thing on Arsenal. Why would he stop just at the old fashioned bow and arrow. Not when there were such an massive collection of weapons to choose. Right now, in that. Roy would probably be more closer to the mad man than Marc.

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As the shoe nailed his shin he winced slightly and held up his hand as he acknowledged the accident. "No worries. And how does that pan out with you being in the music arena?" Marc blinked a few times as he ate a bit of his food, contemplating how well alcohol and music went together and how much strength it took to remove one component of that equation.



He nodded to Roy and slipped three cards from his wallet and splayed them on the table near his elbow. At least they'd be ready for when he could speak with each of them. Considering who he was sitting with it was bound to happen.



"Divorce. Several years back to my college sweetheart. I think of her often, as lame as that may sound." He was quiet for a moment as contemplated that before laughing at what Roy offered up. "Only marry her if you have no other choices. But her." He nodded again, thinking about that. "Peer pressure is a bitch at times. I try not to take into account what other's envision too much. I have a close set of friends I value, other than that it's pure words and opinions, my friend." He grinned.



"I'll be there. Those directions seem clean cut enough. Perhaps when I chat with her later I can see how much of it she still remembers. But yes. I'm looking to see if I can get establishments and a few clubs selling here. I'm also dabbling in being a restaurateur. I have a friend who keeps turning my interests in that direction. I can't fault him for trying to keep me here, but it's an element I'm a bit out of my weight in." He laughed again. "Here. Before I forget." He picked up one of the cards and slid it to Roy. "I know drinking isn't your cup of tea but my information is on there. I hope to see you at this bonfire, Roy." Marc offered a smile. He always had a surplus of cards on him. It was his nature to reach out to strangers. One had to be prepared.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

It was very rare that when Roy aimed, he missed… Ok it happened more often, depending on what he was shooting, but generally in such a case no… Perhaps just put it down an unexpected moment. Everything about this had been unexpected. How would have Roy guessed he'd walk in here, perform and then have to chat up another guy… Then, who knows, if this went so well, the girls may just make it a common thing… Lets hope not, taking advantage of Roy's protective side, was just not nice, but he'd do any way… He probably do almost anything to please a woman, even if it didn't result in them putting out. He just couldn't help himself… Roy grinned as Marc caught on and the apology, getting over an addiction… It just wasn't so smooth sailing… Perhaps it never would be!… Roy expressed a simple sound of amusement at Marc's question… Ah, yeah did rather go hand in hand, the almost rock star life…

"It definitely was a big perk, probably half reason I have the problem, come to think of it, but its mostly cos of women. Why I wanted to be a musician, I just happen to love music as well, of course. Music. Women, it just walks hand in hand… But, the alcohol, especially most so now is a temptation… Its rough, rougher some nights than others, but we're surrounded temptations…"

Roy delighted Marc, with the knowing eyes. The knowing memories, most of which were blurred. Vague and some he had no memory… That kinda was a sign, a reason maybe… That literally driving yourself nearly over the edge, literally. So. He knew it wasn't going to end well, had the steps not been started… As much as he didn't like it at times and occasionally he slipped, but the less he slipped, the better he got… All he could do is try and do it his way. But there was no lying as he told Marc… Though it was the women that was sort of the bigger perk, least it was part reason why he start so many years ago, when he was younger and running off a lot more hormones. As Roy honestly, of course he loved the music, its just made it better and definitely better as he got older… But this world was filled as he said with all kinds of temptations and it was hard. Extremely hard. Perhaps it was just that big harder being a musician, a wannabe rock star, where the lifestyle is surrounded by alcohol, sex and drugs. It certainly wasn't always so pg, but he just pulled himself together as best he could… Or, someone else would. As his eyes floated to Kory, she was super duper sweet, but damn girl had a firm hand… Oooh, sweet. As Roy collected Marc's cards. Roy wondered if this would get him extra brownie points, but he highly doubted it. Best he was probably gonna get at this point a peck on the cheek.

"Thank-you. I'm sure they'll appreciate these… Ah, sorry to hear that… Was the divorce civil? It doesn't sound all that crazy, to be honest… I've loved a few times and all of those times love has played its course… There's still fondness, but just not as I suppose invested as we once were… And sometimes I've stayed selfishly, long past knowing its time to move on… Many have this american dream of how it's suppose to be and I just don't understand it… Its just not me… I just beat to my own damned drum!"

Slipping the cards in his pocket, momentarily. Perhaps he could pass off to these ladies as a magician… Not that it would be the first time… He was very good at showing up, out of no where and pointedly on time… Usually… Roy grinned, though quickly was ridden of his face. Sincerely extending his condolences. He couldn't really no what that was like… It was one thing to want a commitment, another thing to actually go through with all that and everything tags along with it… Which, he had to ask why couldn't it just stay the way that it was. When it was good and fun… Curiously asked how the divorce ended? Not out of being nosy at all, but it paint Roy a little bit more of a picture. From hearing Marc still thought about her, still possibly loved? He got the impression it had ended well and that they perhaps just drifted apart? To which Roy could somewhat related… Being only 21, but he had certainly already been a little of a ladies man… It most cases there was some sense of love involved, depending on what love you talking about. Serious? Maybe not, but that kinda just went hand in hand with being young. Young love. It had freedom of being spontaneous. Either way he had believe there was some level of a connection… It just. As he dwelled mindfully it just kinda weakened over time… Whether it be days, weeks, months… No, he couldn't say he had much experience with longer, perhaps once or twice. He wasn't perfect, but he put himself out there. He tried… Roy nodded in agreement to the peer pressure. Everyone around you, it can be a little like, its expected of you to follow or your gonna be left behind… It just seemed like foolish reason to do anything, least for him. He just couldn't do it, unless he truly felt it. Roy smiled a little as he remarked he just went about things his way… He always did, even if it landed him in trouble half the time, least he could say he didn't go through life have someone holding his hand.

"Wonderful… It should be a good fun night… Yeah, I doubt thats gonna be a problem… Oh cool… Sounds you are quite the business man, I'm not sure if Gotham is really an upgrade from France, but I'm sure you'll have no problem selling your stock… Thanks again… Well, it is my cup of tea… Thats sort of the problem… I'll be there. Music, women, cheap good food, fire, ocean, cheap booze… You just know there's a good chance someones gonna end up smoked or drenched or heck, both. "

Beamed out of Roy with positivity. He was very set for the bonfire, even if it rained, (knock on wood) it still was going down. Roy commented with a touch of amusement, simply at Marc's curiosity of just how much Kory remembered her french, given it came some what naturally to her. As he shot a simple gaze in her generally direction. Before regaining contact on Marc, only briefly looking deep in his eyes, just so he could have some of the finer details, but he hardly knew what he was looking at, but listening. That he could do… Was this man filled with goals and dreams. Each one of them, beamed on his tone with determination… Roy kinda dug that, despite he'd probably not be a great salesperson, depending on what he was selling. Though personally as he commented, about the change. Gotham was awesome, but still seemed quite a change… Then again he didn't even live in Gotham technically. If he was settling down, he just didn't picture Gotham at the top. Saving it was another thing entirely… Though he smiled cheerfully enough to encourage if Gotham is where Marc wanted it to happen for him. Roy was sure it would, not that he could truly predict it, but it certainly was that kinda of city filled with clubs. Fine dining. All that special stuff. Sarcastically joked at Marc saying alcohol wasn't his cup of tea. It was indeed his poison and he certainly would pick it over tea if he could. Spike it. But of course he restrain from doing that now…. Amusingly commented in relation to the bonfire itself. He was 21 with a drinking problem, it kind of circled around he knew to much about having a good time. He hardly needed to paint a picture to imagine how the night would unfold… Hell no, he wouldn't be missing out on that. Even if he was sober, though he will struggle. Or maybe it'll be easy, he couldn't really imagine that.

"Any other important detail I should know, before relaying to the girls?"

Roy asked, clearly he wasn't that good at picking up other guys, but he felt had at least enough details so far, without actually prying in this dudes personal life. There is just a boundary you just don't cross in a man's life, unless your both cool with it and all. Then there was how much did the girls want and how many mystery they wanted… He said girls… As even with barely looking behind him, he could clearly hear the giggles and high possibility of gossiping going on. Dying to know and hanging on to whatever they possibly were listening into.

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"Music and women is a heady mix on it's own. But
adding grape or grain to the mix and it can become
toxic. More power to you to keep with that volitile
mix of just the two. I would dare say it makes you the
smarter of us men at this table." And truly it did.
He'd had his share of women, wine, and music and it
had been a fantastic yet tumultuous ride. Cut one out
of the equation and it was never quite the same. But
all in moderation.

Another swig of his drink and a curt nod. Had it been
civil? In it's own way, between the two of them it
had. Things could have gone much worse but that was in
the past. Even as much as he did dwell on this aspect
or that or however many times he'd go to Luthor and
exclaim he'd seen her and be debunked. "It was
amiable in it's own way, friend." He stated with a
smile that showed sadness in his eyes. But he raised
his glass to the musician.

"Too few follow their own beat. More need to. I
agree." A slight incline of his head was made to Roy,
the younger perhaps more charismatic of the two. He
was no spring chicken anymore but that had not
diminished his allure with the fairer se.

"Gotham is a different venue than France. Not always
better if you can understand that." Shrugging as he
leaned back into his seat after polishing off the last
of his food Marc shook his head. "Not that I can think
of, friend." He stated jovially. "Good luck with
them."