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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 5:20:32 GMT -5
Having hit someone fairly solid, even with her normally unflappable sense of balance Charlotte finds herself nearly falling - she's good at walking in these heels, but not quite that good. Fortunately, the steadying hands on her shoulders are enough to keep her on her feet. " Oh, Theo!" she says when she recognizes him, before adding, " Sorry, I was just... getting away." She hesitates for a moment to confess that, but decides that it's innocent enough to admit. Whose going to blame someone her age from avoiding something in an event like this anyway? And his words bring a smile to her face. Normally she only cares so much about her appearance, but right now? Yeah, she definitely looks especially nice right now and she knows it. " Thanks! Um..." she says, pausing to look at him more closely. Though it's a very, very long pause before she adds, " Um... you too." Okay, moving on... " I'm so excited! This place is so cool, and all the dresses, and..." she gushes, glancing around. She's not used to anything this fancy, okay? What he says next causes her to blush a bit and laugh, but there's a hint of nervousness in the laugh. He's... not being serious... right? Right. " I'll let you know," she promises, though she's sure it won't come to that. After all, most of the guys here are way too old for her, so anyone bothering her would just be... creepy...
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Apr 1, 2014 20:45:46 GMT -5
The subtle fiery music played in the background. In and around the conversations happening left, right and centre. A slightly new side to the world. Least for Zahira. Taking a little solace at a bar and with now her drink in hand. A drink she could enjoy. After the initial warm sips. Zahira carefully stirred her drink. There was a sense of eyes upon her. Shifted her dark eyes a little to the corner. Perhaps a co-worker? Zahira wasn't exactly blind right now. She could at the very least put it down to contacts, least for a special occasion. Everyday, they would just be annoying. Glasses were far more comfortable… So her vision wasn't blurred from seeing the familiar face and catching a smile, before hearing the familiar voice. How could she forget the mystery man from the Night in the museum, well give or take a few hours. Zahira tucked a little of her dark hair behind her ear. "Hi Rowdy!" Zahira curled with her subtle exotic accent and her ever subtle wave in return. Her dark eyes more plainly upon him as they ran across the bar. How could she forget the hint of his insecurities. His flirtatious manor. Even now as she listened. Picking up the two rapid beats, followed by an addition thud. A little stronger than the average thud. Zahira's fingers played to it gently upon the bar, replicating the flow of Rowdy's heart… It was quite a vibration. Certainly something someone could get lost in… "Yeah, It is good for business… I can't really say I've been to such a thing before, I don't even know what I expected… I'm here with co-workers, so not totally alone, but I can't say I have time for dates.. We cannot all be such Casanovas." Zahira responded and nodded. Certainly couldn't say she had been invited simply by her name alone. It was indeed for business, suppose as she looked around the unfamiliar environment, was also good to get another look at what the people of the city were like. Then again even at night she preferred to work alone. Turning her attention and eyes back. Subtly smiled amusingly at Rowdy's remark at her being 'alone', suggesting she was lonely? Nice, charming moves. Well, least he wasn't completely dead, but well she wasn't technically alone. Nor did she need dates, although she couldn't exactly say she truly knew what such a thing was. As she lightly jested towards the more charming of the two. The one with the more experience, the one that who's heart thudded right now, could possibly thud and stray for another.
Zahira's eyes lingered on him, her fingers playing, halted. Shifted in her seat ever so subtly. Whether it was from unease or unexpected or just she just wasn't a ware of really of such a situation. As Rowdy broke from his seating and approached her. Perhaps less fearful of him, than merely what he could or couldn't bring. If it was shear survival, then sure she could survive, he simply was drawn to her. Natural curiosity? Attraction, no doubt. Attraction was probably not, but curiosity could get you killed. His voice broke again, his words reflecting her own attention as he brought up his nightclub… Oh, Zahira frowned ever so subtly as she turned back to her own drink shortly. Stirring her drink. By chance he was just saying that, given she was here, but the way his heart skipped a thud, suggested otherwise? Smiled simply as Rowdy questioned her. "I'm usually busy, but I will come… I promised I would… I like to think I keep my promises!" That was certainly not a lie as Zahira replied to Rowdy. It really wasn't even an exaggeration. She worked during the day at the museum and she worked in the city at night. What time she had in between was used for either training, searching for clues on her father and catching up on sleep. Her life was a consumed by a lot, but she understood that when she took up such responsibilities. There just wasn't much room for anything else or anyone else. Dark eyes drew a little, before returning to him, that she would come. Even though she couldn't exactly pin point when, she had given her word before that she would. "Why are you here? Business as well?" Zahira asked simply at his presence, this was sort of like a nightclub, right? Looking around, she really had little clue about such things, unless of course she was playing the 'predator' role, but that was different. When needed to, she could adapt to most if not all environments. Taking a sip of her sahlab. Such sweetness. It was good. Her eyes squared a little on Rowdy's questionable colourful lips and expressed a soft laugh. "What are you drinking?" Looking at him softly as Zahira asked, gently teased him, whilst also curious. It was usually her doing that turned lips purple, but lucky for him, this wasn't the case. Not yet!
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Apr 3, 2014 5:10:38 GMT -5
How paths can cross, not once, but twice it would seem… As Roy had found himself running into the little red again, only in a different setting… Way different setting, all that was missing was a violin in the background and ice bucket of champagne. Wait, they were in the background… Hmmm, tempting… So very tempting, but he vowed to be good… Mostly. Roy was also in a very different suit, whether or not the pretty lass could tell, but of him believed he wouldn't really mind if she did. Formalities weren't always important. As Roy in more darkened hair persona, found her petite. Well manicured hand extended into his own. His thumb ran carefully grazed each finger. Before planting a charming kiss. Sooth her worries and make sure she was still on two steady feet. Catching her nerves that peaked, through the glimpses of her eyes and mostly the subtle way she was almost catching her breath. The way her chest rose that little more. Of course Roy Harper noticed the details.
"I say you're burning up. Here let's get you a drink?… If you want we can skip the fire and go up for some air?"
Roy responded sincerely with the hint playfulness in his eyes, to hopefully get some little quirk in her smile. Motioning a hand to touch her forehead. Oh yeah, his eyes certainly hadn't deceived him. With a little tease of his eyebrows, before he slipped his hand more gently down at her waist, hopefully put more space between whatever counter she was trying to escape now. Even if it was formal, if needed, Roy could certainly take care of it as he more gentlemanly asked. Suggested to get her drink, motioning her towards the bar in the fire section. It certainly was a few degrees warmer, he'd give her that for her excuse. As Roy approached the bar signalled to one of the bartenders, to allow the chance if Summer did indeed want a drink. Whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed. He would have offered his own drink, but that might be a little pg… Roy rested an elbow a casual elbow on the bar, his eyes didn't stray far, just a glance at the pair unknown faces at the bar. Before looking at the shear red room. Personally he felt Summer almost fit the room. Just as well, he almost did, had he worn his other suit. Matched all the flashes of red, but as his eyes watched over her gently. Catching any extra nerves not attested merely from him, if she really was flushed, perhaps. As Roy he asked, he could take her up to the air section. Yeah, he thought he had been clever in the way he said it to. Suave and charming, then again he took a lot of misses as well as hits.
"No, not exactly, but I'm defiantly a fan Miss Summer… Your beautiful with a knack of getting into danger… I think I know where I'll be putting my charity donation… If you had to chose, what would be your ideal date scenario? I'm sure there will strong competition for you affection!"
Roy shook his head ever so slightly, although with a slight knowing glance, but perhaps really it hadn't been truly official until now. Smiled a little with own hesitation, yet still with some confidence as he mentioned he was a fan. As if almost flipping what had previously been said about him… Not that he had purposely sat himself in front of the tv since, but certainly least could attest he took better notice. Remarked in her ways of getting into danger, knowingly and seamlessly publicly. She was a stubbornly brave, he certainly wasn't turned off by it. After all he found himself in danger more often than not. Roy expressed about where he would be putting his money for the auction, as much as he could make that sound not so creepy, but playfully smiled. She'd certainly be worth the risk… Before he charmingly flipped the questions on the red headed reporter. Just incase, so Roy could get to planning. Although he was sure the competition would be tough, He wasn't actually rich, not by a long shot, if all else fails, he could probably borrow from Dick or Kory for the auction. As far as the date, Roy knew how to make a romantic, fun date happen with little money. All it really took was determination and drive. If you really wanted to, you could please a woman. You need only listen and provide.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 19:16:33 GMT -5
His lips were pursed out in annoyance at the blonde’s stunt. His arms crossed over his chest, as if he was looking at a kid that just tried to sneak a cookie from the jar. Did she believe him a fool? The more he interacted with the citizens of Gotham, the more convinced he was that they were all idiots. How could the city even function? He nodded to her, as she left, but said nothing out. He didn’t want to draw her into a conversation that would only continue to interrupt what he was after.
When he turned around, he caught sight of a random brute trying to woe the red away. His jaw locked. The red in her hair must be a target because it seemed to be drawing everyone to her. He took in the man briefly, his form seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place where he might have seen him before. He came across quite a few people that they all tended to blur together in what he considered mediocrity. His words were dull, and he obviously had never interacted with women before (at least that’s what Edward was telling himself as the man’s lips grazed her hand, followed by his touch of his forehead). As soon as they moved to the bar, the man’s hand on her waist, Edward could feel his rage bubbling over. His hand turned into a fist at his side and his calculated glare could be seen being shot into his back.
No one comes in and up shows the Riddler. Flare and charm was his thing. You certainly don’t interrupt him in the middle of a discussion. He walked over to the bar with a slowly, paying attention to the man’s words and attempts to seduce her. He was far too sweet. He should know better. Women find sweet men boring. They might marry them in thirty years, but they will risk and do the most unthinkable things for passion. Passion doesn’t come sweetness. It came from an edge of uncertainty, which Edward always new how to provide. When he walked passed an older women that was right behind the unknown man in his territory, he pinched her butt. It wasn’t noticeable to anyone, but the woman because he continued walking as if he had always planned to go to the bar.
The woman squawked loudly in horror, quickly turning to see the closet man behind her, which at that moment was Mr. Harper. “How dare you!” the woman snapped and threw her drink on the man’s face and outfit. “I’m from the McDonnell family, and I’m worth more than your rented suit. How dare you touch me in such a manner! My husband is an attorney in this town. I could sue!” she rambled out in a furious rant, pointing her long bone fingers at the man.
Edward merely moved to Summer’s other side at the bar, his hand moving to her waist, and his face leaning into her hair. “I didn’t say you could leave,” he said darkly, and then pulled her away in a different direction, with a yank, to a point she might lose balance. “Riddle me this, what can be lost, but never found again?” he muttered, as he weaved her through the crowd before the pointless flirt back there could realize she was gone. “I’ll give you a hint. You keep wasting mine.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 20:52:30 GMT -5
Her fears eased with his company as he lowered to kiss her hand. A genuine smile played on her pretty face as she looked up to meet his twinkling eyes once more, positive that he seemed familiar. “A drink sounds lovely.” She answered quickly, determined to increase the distance between Nigma and herself until he managed to cool down a bit. This wasn’t the place to resolve their issues – but then again, Summer didn’t have any issues at the moment. She was the one in power as long as she had those files in her possession and secured in a place where he would never look to find them. Sending a coy smile in Edward’s direction as she allowed Roy to escort her toward the bar, butterflies rustled endlessly in her stomach as the charming suitor had managed to temporarily rescue her.
Summer stood at the open bar with him as Roy requested a drink for her. She turned toward him, leaning against the bar slightly as her drink quickly arrived. “Thanks, I don’t typically drink, but tonight seems to be an exception.” She stated before taking a timid sip of it. Summer wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but it tasted both fruity and a bit too strong for her taste. Still, she continued to ingest small amounts of it throughout the conversation, blushing at his comment. “Well, it’s always great to hear I have a fan, thank you. You are pretty handsome yourself.” She volleyed back with her white smile. “Oh, I am not sure. I love hiking, anything physical really-“ She blushed at how that sounded and quickly corrected herself “I mean, anything outdoorsy I suppose. I don’t know, I don’t typically go on many dates. I’m always far too busy.”
Honestly, she was dreading the auction. Gotham Live’s contribution to the Gala would be the ample amount of publicity coverage as well as handing over Summer on a silver platter for the auction –without her permission. While she was a little weary at first, she eventually came to terms with the idea. “I’m sure I won’t have many, I don’t think I can compare with some of the other women, I mean one is a Princess for goodness sakes. After all, I’m just a nosy news reporter on channel ten.” She winked playfully in his direction, though she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she was curious. As she moved for another sip of her cocktail, there was an unceremonious shriek from a woman nearby, causing Summer to jump. Apparently, she had believed that Roy had touched her inappropriately, but the redhead was fully aware that his attention had been on her the entire time.
“Oh-Mam, I assure you this is just a misunderstanding-“ She started, though the familiar fell of a hand snaked across her waist shut her up instantly. His words reached her ears quickly as she looked nervously down at her drink that sat on the bar. “I don’t need your permission.” She said quietly, only to find herself ripped away from the comfort of Roy. She stumbled forward slightly as he pulled her, trying to catch her balance in the high heels she was wearing as they covered a great deal of distance in a matter of time. The answer to his riddle was simple, but she wasn’t going to amuse him with an answer. “Get used to it - I’m not giving them to you.” Summer insisted, her heart rate only escalating at the dangerous aspect of it all.
Adrenaline raced through her veins as she was forced to follow him. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was or how she felt about it, but it seemed as though every time the Riddler came into the picture this compact mix of feelings followed. He was overall intoxicating, but she was terrified of him.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Apr 3, 2014 22:45:42 GMT -5
You see, you could claim anything you want on Roy's head. Sweet. Charming. Young. Bright. Potentially a mother fucking badass, but he wasn't going to brag. No, his attention was certainly upon the little red head and keeping her well protected. Perhaps even take her mind elsewhere, along with everything else. When she smiled and played her sweet eyes from his touch, there was little Roy needed to be convinced. Smiled, she needn't say it clearer, she wanted to be rescued. He couldn't careless what was the reason, he gently helped usher Summer towards the bar. Bringing as much of her attention in. Spoil her a little. Showing his back from where they came, shielding her so far, he had been sure and allowed her to pick her poison. Virgin or not. He clearly was a virgin tonight, ok there was clearly a joke in there somewhere.
"I know what you mean, but anything you want, love. It is yours."
Roy commented with the shake of his drink, mineral water. Clear he was going the PG route. Although his problem he was typically drank, he smile softly. Trying to be the good boy, as good as he can, but he usually strayed out of those lines. Though not to discourage her, he knew the need and anything she did need, if it was in his means would allow her to take it. Of course, mostly speaking in drinks, but sweetly did mean in general… Shaking his rather empty glass now to the bartender, to get a refill. He was almost tempted to join Summer, but no, he couldn't. His will was decidedly more stronger. Catching her blush and smiled humbly as she thanked him. Laughed a little as she complimented on his looks. Playfully touching his sides. Brushing is newly shaven jawline, well mostly.
"Why, thank-you. The moisturiser must really be working."
Kindly Roy thanked Summer and joked humbly about using products. Did he really use such products? That was a lesser known thing right now. As he motioned a hand to hers, to his cheeks. Playfully to prove he had such soft skin, mostly just an excuse to feel her touch him. Teasing with the little shift of his eyebrows, as his eyes hardly left her. Before dropping a little of his playfulness and listened to what Summer had to say regarding her perfect date… The one of course Roy was possibly going to need to arrange. Well, even if he was out bid, it certainly wasn't going to see him go back in his hole. No, no. Roy didn't give up that easily. He laughed a little as she mentioned her love of anything physical… Physical he could most certainly make happen.
"If your looking for an adventure. You defiantly give me ideas. Summer… Hmmm, trust me. You can never be too busy…"
Roy couldn't exactly offer exact suggestions, he really could take her anywhere… Anywhere that could potentially find them alone in the woods and potentially catch her in cute tiny shorts. Covering up those legs, most certainly could be a crime against nature. Hmmm, who knows. With Spring on the way, might even be bathing suit whether. Take her parasailing? Take her up high, she may never need to come down. Yeah, wild ideas… With a gentle shake and confidence in his tone. Her busy life, would certainly not get in the way. Heck, he knew what busy was, but with determination. He certainly could make time, whilst still saving the world. You couldn't tell him he couldn't do that and kiss the girl. You tell him he couldn't do something, he would just do it, to prove you wrong or at the very least he would try.
"I like a girl that can talk and those eyes… I'd give anything to just have them stare at me all night… Princess or not, your still a stand out!"
A nosy reporter, hardly seemed a bad thing as simple as Summer had made it sound. She was invested and perhaps had a strong mouth. He was down for conversation. Over candles. In the woods or even in bed. Hmmm, the things they could talk about. Guess, there was only one way they were gonna find out. There was certainly something enticing about her, her big beautiful eyes, most certainly were hard to miss. As Roy charmingly complimented. No, princess, she was far more sexy than that, least she caught his attention. Though apparently not just his. His eyes squared a little as she jumped. How, in the fucking world had he not seen the scumbag, weasel his way to the bar? Really cool, Roy. Really cool.
"No, but I'm telling you to fuck off!"
Roy said squarely, leaning of the bar as he heard the demands from the filthy pig, in the even more filthy suit. As his hand came more gently to her arm, she needn't leave if she didn't want to and clearly she didn't want to. At her words, Roy motioned to step in. Which was potentially foolish throwing himself in between, but he would be even more foolish if he didn't. It just wasn't right and it wasn't going to sit well in his gut. As the the counter yanked her, not minding her balance and Roy motioned to counter it… Seriously. Riddle me this? As the even filthy cheap line fell from his lips…." What can be lost, but never found again?" Well, that was a no brainer. Riddler's golfballs. As Roy eyed him squarely…
"Riddle me this? What are you in kindergarden?"
What a moron. Perhaps the art of such riddles was lost on Roy, he certainly could be a man that could play with words, but sometimes words were just cheap. Just as cheap as the person who spoke them. Roy certainly didn't speak to spare his feelings. He quite frankly didn't care, but he cared for no harm coming upon that little red head. As the Riddler attempt the whole run and hide. Though Roy wasn't far from his heels. Perhaps Riddler was so hung up in Batman's cape, he didn't learn a thing or two about Speedy… Not that Roy was truly on display right, but you can't seriously call him gutless… Where Riddler had yanked Summer. Roy yanked at Riddler's shoulder.
"How about you riddle me this?"
Yeah, call Roy guilty as charged for the miss use, but what the fuck did Roy care. Didn't waste time, in the midst of the mingling crowd. With a tightening fist and close space. Roy drove it in towards Riddler's gut, sure there was chance he could have countered it, but with Roy's determination and speed, he figured he had that up on him. Perhaps not a fist of steel, but he wasn't without his means of violence. Before promptly attempting to bounce Riddler's forehead off a table. Whether a simple. The bar, it was a lesser thing. Than the drive and purpose. With it done quickly and in such a tight space, it wouldn't of warranted much of a scene. No not with the mingling crowd, mostly blocking most of it, but if it meant Roy getting kicked out for doing the right thing, then call him guilty… Of course there was all the chance Riddler would come back and come back swinging. Let him come. As Roy motioned to usher Summer back into feeling more safe and protected by his own arm. Tucking her securely at his side.
"Paybacks a bitch!"
Roy called under his breath, barely turning his head, only to hopefully check Summer was safe. Before he looked through the crowd. Spotting Dick and Starfire, not far off in the fire section, as he motioned in their general direction. He seriously needed to know what the hell was up with this party.
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He could almost hear the clock of his life ticking away with each words that spilled from her lips, as if they made him painfully aware of the fact that another minute of his life and his plan was wasted because some stuck up reporter couldn’t give up the story that he had planned to give to her in the long run. She had steal it away, too impatient to wait until Christmas Day for the presents. He had threatened her and made it clear his intentions if he didn’t get what he wanted, but it seemed as if he was talking to a wall. He had to admit, he had some respect for her determination and gall to buck authority. He had the exact same attitude when he was her age, but he also had learned the times when you need to fold your cards and draw again.
She obviously still lived in her glass house, and Edward planned to be the rock that made it come clashing down. He pulled her through the crowd, his face was stern and focus, but he tried to make it look as if they were close friends and he was merely saving her from a bad situation, not that Edward ever considered himself a hero. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Bambi, because there really isn’t anything going on up there?” he tapped her head. As he moved, looking for a better spot that would have hopefully less interruptions, his contacts flashed with a message. The words scrolled down his screen of his eyes, and he halted.
He frowned as he read Luthor’s words. The message was friendly enough, but there were two things that bothered him. One, Luthor had realized that he was wearing an advance computer ware hard contact, and two, the man was offering a place and time to meet as his schedule revealed his openings. His grip tightened in Summer. He had planned to speak to Luthor tonight, but he hadn’t planned to be unprepared and the little red head to be so difficult. Unlike the Iceberg lounge where they had last met over a year ago, Edward was now in Luthor’s domain. A domain where his champagne was possibly drugged or he could be whisked away by his guards without a moment’s notice. He had recognized that before he had entered the Gala, which was why he had planned the pieces around their meeting, and they were all in place except for this red headed pawn.
He would have lingered more on the thought, if the brute wouldn’t have been chasing after them, mocking his phrase. He turned around to glare at the man who had decided to get involve at the wrong time and wrong place. The woman who had thought Mr. Harper had pinched her ass was screaming at the brute as he left, causing eyes after eyes to fall on Roy. “Security! Guard! That man! He touched me!” the old woman shouted, screaming at Mr. Harper, “Arrest him!”
But the big thug seemed far to focus on being a prince to save his damsel in distress. Edward rolled his eyes. Stupid people like these made him sick. Miss. Gleeson obviously could take care of herself, at least he was certain she thought that was the case, or she wouldn’t be stealing from him in the first place. Women like these don’t need heroes. They need a good kick in the ass to put some sense into them, and nothing made the mind work like a good riddle.
“Do you always sound like an idiot? Interesting fact, gorillas bare their teeth to show dominance. I would find seeing a big ape like you in person entertaining if I didn’t actually have more important things to be doing with my life, and one is not engaging a nobody in conversation,” he said causally, his hand trying to keep hold of the girl that he was attempting to yank back. He felt old at that moment, like he was fighting over a college sweetheart with one of the idiot frat brothers from the sports fraternity. At the end, the girl always came home with Edward. Physical strength holds nothing to charisma.
But the next action, while it wasn’t completely unexpected, did catch him off guard. He saw his fist tightening and knew what happened when Gorillas like this became mad. He was going to have a bruise tomorrow. He could have blocked it with his cane and hit the man in the jaw, but he had left the cane behind to more secretly hide his identity. He never thought that everyone in the world would somehow miraculously realize that he was the Riddler. But even if he took the cane, Selina would not allow him to stay if he fought back, and Edward was not ready to be kicked out. He took the hit, his hands going to his gut as the pain shot through, but it was followed by a rough hit on his head as it hit the bar. He stumbled and fell on the ground, his head ringing loudly as the worse type of pain started to form, a headache.
A circle had started to form around them, causing more attention. To think the one night Edward wasn’t looking for attention, it somehow followed him. He truly must be a god that demands focus from everyone. He groaned, wincing. The man certainly knew how to punch, but actions like those took no thought. Stupid. Stupid man trying to impress the girl.
He grabbed his fallen black hat and slowly pushed himself up off the ground. He stumbled a bit before straightening himself and putting back on his hat to hid the large black spot that was starting to form on his forehead. He looked at Miss Gleeson in the thug’s arms.
His eyes narrowed for a moment. As he noted before, he knew when to fold his cards and redraw. The security would likely be here shortly to pull away Mr. Harper, he would wait until then. He tipped his hat, “You have poor choice in men, Bambi, and here I thought my respect couldn’t fall any lower.”
He noted everyone’s eyes and the strange silence that had formed. He looked around the room, and almost wanted to announce some large riddle and the destruction of the place unless everyone handed over their personal belongings. They were calling for him to speak. They wanted him to tell them what to do. They were like lost animals without his words.
Selina’s voice nagged in the background. No, that’s not why he was here. He was here for subtle more important reasons.
He gave a bow to the audience, because he couldn’t not bow to his audience, but then went to the bar his head had just banged against. “Scotch on the rocks,” he mumbled in annoyance, wanting something hard, even if he truly disliked scotch, but Luhor drank something similar so it likely wouldn’t be drugged.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 15:09:38 GMT -5
The party was reasonably crowded, random people in tuxedos, black dresses. One woman walked up to Roy and Eddie, long legged, black dress, her hair was curled perfectly. From another point in the crowd an older gentleman with a mustache and glasses approached Roy. A third person, a woman chatting happily with another party-goer approached the scene.
A waitress approached Eddie with a Scotch on the Rocks, the man with the mustache whispered quietly into Roy's ear. "If you wouldn't mind stepping aside with me sir. I would hate to see violence effect the way the gala progresses." It was amazing how quickly security was able to step in. What was even more amazing is the fact that the people who now moved into the scene blended into the crowd. They were not suits, the only sign they were security were their behavior, the way that they helped settle things along in the crowd, stepping out of conversations, serving food, and mingling among the crowd pleasantly to deal with the security matter. Only four staff seemed to move closer, but another person in the crowd appeared to be touching her ear, an old dowager-like woman.
Overhead an acrobat flipped and caught a hanging cloth from the ceiling, moving through the air as a perfect sign of coordinated musculature. It appeared coincidence, but he was flipping in the area nearer to the fight. Circling? Hard to say. The hidden nature of the security by no means said anything about its effectiveness.
The woman in the crowd seemed to be working to disperse the bystanders, waiters and service people were coming by with food and drink, redirecting people to new and interesting things to see. Holograms were picking up along the wall bringing an increase in distraction, and the band began to play in the other room. The crowd was being dispersed with reasonable efficiency, but whether that was because there were stalking horses in the crowd, LexCorp security disguised as patrons, providing a model for other guests to emulate, or whether it was due to the service of the staff and outer distractions was hard to say. It appeared unobtrusive. The shorter older gentleman with the mustache appeared to be very calm about the situation, about 2/3s Roy's size, older and feebler.
He stared through glasses at the man saying "If you wish to lodge a complaint about your removal, you can have a form. But we will not allow vigilante justice at the Metropham Gala. Please, come with me."
Lex Luthor looked at his watch. Seven seconds, too slow. He grumbled as he whispered into his watch, then turned to return to Selina, whispering again in her ear, slipping a hand to the small of her back. He glanced around the room. Good, Security was still circulating. They had been trained well. They weren't letting a single solitary focal point distract them from everything else.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Apr 5, 2014 0:55:58 GMT -5
There was certainly not much of a gap, as Roy was very close to being on the Riddler's heel and that of Summer's. If it hadn't been for his catch-phase, then who would have known had Roy taken the hint, who really knew what who knew in this city, but there was certainly far less chances they knew Roy was Arsenal. As his dark eyes could almost burn holes in Riddler's thick head, but there really wasn't far they could escape. Nor more than Riddler could do, before the whole place blew up. Perhaps Roy could stop this, before that could really happen… Until an echo of yelling coming in his direction… Calling security… What the fuck? Perhaps Roy had been to determined to have caught on moments ago, but Roy turned for a moment a the woman was insisting they he touched her… Really? Was his game not that clear? Perhaps by chance he accidentally touched her, but then again in such a crowded room. Was that kind of expected. Then should more be arrested. It really wasn't something to get into a tantrum over. So Roy stopped momentarily to address the woman, hopefully get this sorted. Before he could make sure another woman didn't get brutally touched.
"Woah, Miss… I'm sorry but I didn't touch you. Trust me. If I had, you would know… Though I expect you want to be pointing the blame at your rowdy husband there… Honest mistake I'm sure?"
Roy addressed her with his hands half up against his side. Before he honestly apologised, but it hadn't been him. With a slight elusive smile, if he had. She would most certainly would have know, not only that. He would have. Not that she was overly his type, but that was beside the point right now… As his eyes shifted to her husband. Looking a little confused, perhaps a little angry, so Roy naturally through the blame at her husband. Who now most certainly would be thanked for pinching his wife's behind, yep. As Roy then caught the subtle smug look and shrug from the husband to the wife… "Oh… Yes… Honest mistake!" The woman then half blushing catching her husband nod. Knowing look at Roy, knowing he just got him scoring lucky tonight. Sometimes even the so called uptight and well put together, have a naughty side underneath. Roy kindly bowed his head and smiled. 'That dirty dog', Roy mindfully thought in spirit for the husband. Call that a win win in his books. Now. On to the other dog. As Roy didn't waste time on breaking the space that was between him and the Riddler. Although seemed Riddler could care for wasted banter. Calling him an idiot and a Gorilla? If you ask Roy, sounded like someone was running out of fuel to add to the fire, so they figured. 'Hey, why don't I just throw a random log?' What ever floated the old man's boat. Roy cared less about getting into a fist fight in a man that was like a dinosaur, trying to play with kids. Least Roy could admit he acted his age. He was only 21. He was gonna say idiotic things, just as well as do idiotic things, but he was certainly not gutless.
"Do you always sound like an overused gimmick? Well, while you play in your little zoo, there… I'll be the man having no problem in kicking your monkey ass, but not that I'm over dramatising it or anything!"
Roy responded and questioned loosely as he had made up for what Riddler clearly lacked. Speed and youth, well there was a lot more, but this wasn't a time to brag. He really didn't need to go in the schtick no I've got the bigger… No, i do… Violence, certainly hadn't been Roy's quest for this evening, but perhaps he slipped. Or perhaps Riddler slipped on his fist. As Roy's voice came, though didn't engage so greatly in Riddler's childish remarks and cheap name calling. It wasn't new. If he really wanted to call Roy a big thug and brute. Go ahead, although he really just felt like a young dude in a suit, having a problem with a man disrespecting a woman. It had nothing to do with whether or not she could defend herself. She shouldn't have to… Roy gave a subtle comeback, well that wasn't an intension, but in reality. He would be the man and it wasn't like he could claim to be really much else. As Roy engaged simply his lasting words as Riddler pulled his question marks off the floor. Possibly asking where exactly he went wrong or hey, perhaps wondering where he could stick his cane… To which let him come, cos Roy certainly had an idea. As Roy made no intention of engaging anymore. Escorting Summer through the crowd. Of course, he didn't want to course a scene and possibly embarrass her, but he damn sure man enough to take it for her… If he could. He could get his ass thrown out, but not before he knew she was safe. If he was gonna get his ass kicked out, it needed to mean something and not be for no reason. Nor from not trying. Though he brought himself down. Cool. Calm. Collected. There was certainly a little nerve, but he knew if he had the choice. He would do it again. Call him stupid.
"Don't worry, Love. You'll be safe now… I'm sorry you had to see that…"
Here's Roy hoping he hadn't created to much of a scene. Hadn't truly brought the Gala down, but had he not stepped in… Then what… As Roy escaped a gentle arm around Summer, lead her through the crowd and towards Dick… Starfire. Well, that was the plan anyway. As Roy's demeanour drew more calm, although he really hadn't reacted greatly out of aggression either. Call it stoic, but the girl was safe now. Somehow that seemed far more important than his own reputation, which lets face it, had he really cared highly about it. Why else find himself in gutters and even worse places. Not that being a recovering alcoholic was really an excuse, but there was certainly a part of him craving now. With the subtle shake of his hands. Though kept his mind mostly focused. WIth a gentle smile to Summer, least perhaps there was a little more in numbers with his friends… Particularly. If he was to be thrown out… Yeah, just as Roy motioned to speak to Dick or even Starfire. There was a voice at his ear. He lowered his eyes, with the subtle look of guilty. Hey he wasn't going to back his way out when he knew what he had done. He would own up to it.
"Sure, of course…."
Calmly and assertively Roy responded to the security guard. Doing exactly as he had been asked. Stepping a side. A few feet from Dick and Starfire and a little out of the mingling crowd. Finally, perhaps there could be a little discussion before throwing him out. Although it apparently did not come, which was a surprise to Roy in such a classy venue. As the older gentleman stared at Roy, before making it clear that Roy was getting tossed out, without even much of a look over. Not even much of an inquiry. Vigilante Justice, personally that wasn't vigilante justice, he was Roy Harper, clearly. No hero, but he could certainly scratch his head, as though he could understand they wanted to protect their reputation, but clearly not as much as they knew. As Roy of course stood gentlemanly. Calm. Looking to make no more trouble if he could help it, but he needed to make one thing a little more clear, if perhaps security were to caught up to notice.
"No form, thank-you! I understand and I apologise, sir. I wished not to make a scene… Though I would like to have a word with your boss, please? Regarding how a public figure. A reporter. Such as the lovely Miss Gleeson, was repeatedly Harassed? Now, I know I'm wrong to have resorted to what I did, but that was after safely escorting Miss Glesson away from the harassment by that gentleman, who then preceded to follow her and harass her again, even after she was clearly unhappy… If you do not wish to take my word for it, there were others I'm sure that could attest to her unfair treatment."
Politely and kindly Roy declined signing any form, if all the form was to complain about being removed for his actions. Then they had all legal reasons to do so, but he would much rather a verbal communication to get further across, his other complaints. Complaints that had resorted him to do what he had done, now perhaps he could have gone another way around it, thus he could own up to that, but security was at fault as well if they were to help keep up the safety of their guests. Most importantly someone in the public eye. Certainly when they didn't want such injustice to be reported and when no one else cared to step up to stop it. Yes, Roy stepped in. Guilty. As Roy politely yet assertively again, asked to speak to the boss. They could refuse, though he was hoping they wouldn't refuse. As Roy enlightened, least try to express what had taken place. He didn't want to leave without them being aware and making sure the harassment wouldn't continue. That certainly was far more important than him simply getting kicked out. As Roy detailed a little what happened, how he had helped, taking Summer out of the harassment, only for it to be continued. That was when Roy did what he did. Had it stopped when Summer said no or security had stepped in, then maybe. Just maybe Roy wouldn't have to do anything and maybe he could have gone to the security before, but then again in such a place, he really shouldn't of have to… But his words. Were just words in some cases, but he wasn't the only on present to the harassment, at least he believed. He couldn't be one hundred percent, but he certainly had a hunch Miss Vale or the couple at the bar were at least ear or sight to most of it. Good chances they did. Remaining is a calming manner, to hopefully lease be heard if nothing else. Hopefully the boss, before he was forced to leave.
"I was most looking forward to enjoying this evening, but I understand if I must leave. If there is any costs. Damages you would need me to cover, I will by all means… Its disappointing I was looking forward to making my contribution, if it is too late to do so now!"
Roy added, there was certainly a part of him that was hoping this could result harmlessly and fruitfully, with perhaps just he slim chance he could remain.. Even now as he rubbed the back of his neck. If no hope in sight, he knew when to walk away. In fact he had walked away. He had hoped for this night to be as fun and as safe as the next guest. If merely for the charity, his performance. It really was super disappointing, then he would go. He knew he had went a step over the line, even if his reasons were somehow just from someones else injustice. Though Roy waited momentarily to be heard, whether by the security or hopefully someone a little higher up. Of course offering to pay, if there was anything to pay. As he pulled out a check book, marked with Queen industries. Before offering up his disappointment in missing the charity. Perhaps if he was still forced to go, he could at least put in a contribute before he went, especially if this was pulling his name right out of the auction. Which with his loss, was potentially going to squander some funds for the charity, in which case, Roy could hopefully amend for, as he sincerely didn't wish for them to suffer for his actions.
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Apr 5, 2014 3:00:09 GMT -5
Shortly after Zahira inquired about Rowdy's drink, that may have tinted his lips slightly purple. There soon came the presence of a dark haired man in a suit and scarf. Along with the petite red head, Zahira was almost sure she had spotted earlier with the blonde lady. Certainly seemed trouble, well up until now. Though Zahira paid little attention until the man in the more grey and slightly more colourful attire motioned in between Summer and unknowingly it would seem Zahira. Noted clearly as she had risen her own glass to her lips and accidentally it would seem. The gentleman in the grey suit slightly bumped her arm… Causing the spill of her newly warm drink to trickle down her gown… Great… Just great. As Zahira steadied her glass from spilling the rest and set it on the bar. "Ah, just my luck!" Zahira spoke subtly with a jest and glimpse at Rowdy… Although he missed her previous drink tumbling down the cliffs. Yeah, she wasn't one much really for luck, but certainly could have one wondering where the night was going for her. So out of place, it would seem.
Though Zahira smiled simply as the bartender offer her some napkins, to help. As Zahira proceeded to take one and gently dap, get any excess liquid off the front and lap of her gown. Suppose it was non-refundable now. Glared slight dark eyes as she was brought to the commotion beside her. More promptly what was said. "I didn't say you could leave." How come those words sounded so familiar… Even by the own ring and tone. Squared a little at forcefulness. As her hand slowly dabbed her dress to a slight halt, but even if Zahira wanted to do something. Say something. The other dark haired man took flight as the red haired was ripped away… Turned her attention subtly back to her dress, though gave up dabbing. Leaving it to hopefully dry. Placing the napkins on the bar. She couldn't really say she had much experience with gowns, but the bartender offered if she wanted a new drink. "Sure. Thank-you… I guess three times a charm, right?" Zahira kindly replied and lightly joked.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 5, 2014 19:46:08 GMT -5
Lightly clinking his glass against Lola's Oswald smiled back "A glorious night" he agreed and sipped his champagne. It was certainly looking like quite the promising evening and after a moment watching the acrobat Oswald begins to move again "Perhaps I should be pointing out the more important people of the evening for you my dear?"
Taking her arm once more Oswald starts to walk and occasionally gesture to people along the way "Lets see now. Hm, Rooster Stone, surprising" yet very easy to pick out in a crowd "New to Gotham but apparently keen to mingle with the finer people. A fellow club owner. Very strange woman... There is the usual press and well, there is of course Bruce Wayne. Inherited his family business and does largely nothing but take the money for cars and women with no self control. Charming I'm told but I imagine he'll be drunk within the hour" He had no love for the Waynes "The man he's with is Gordon, the Police Commissioner, who seems to have brought half the force with him, probably for the open bar"
His glances around for high society is suddenly distracted by the change in the crowd when Roy and Edward had their little altercation. He recognised very well the sound a crowd make when something bad happens, usually it meant he was about to have a fight on his hands or do some very serious damage control and it does put him a little on edge. Today though it seemed to be Edward's role to deal with the public. That was rarely good.
"And then it seems there is Edward" Oswald mutters onto the end of his little speech. He considers leaving them to it, it wouldn't be the first time Edward rubbed someone the wrong way but really this was different. This was a party. Not only that it was Selina's party, he couldn't imagine it would please her if Edward were thrown out or getting into a fight and Roy did seem to be looking to encourage it. Time to smooth things over perhaps. Besides, rogues must stick together and Edward was as close to a friend as Oswald permitted "I fear this is something I must step in on my dear"
Walking through the crowd of onlookers Oswald made sure he approached from behind Roy on his path to continue past to Edward. He heard very nicely the comment about Roy's contribution being in danger as a result. He also naturally heard everything that was said in defence of Summer too but he didn't really care about that bit.
"My my, attempting to blackmail the security into letting you remain and at a charity event no less. I do hope this is not something Mr. Queen is going to be supportive of" Oswald commented as he passed close to Roy, the check book naturally drawing his attention along with the logo on it "There are rules to be abided by at such events as this, perhaps you were not informed but attempting to meld another's face with the furniture is firmly on the forbidden list. I would hate to spoil everyone's hard work tonight, you may wish to avoid making this little scene even worse" It could simply be advice to drop things and move along before everyone started staring but either way it seemed that if he wanted to continue to pursue Edward he would need to convince Oswald to get out of the way first.
Though he kept an eye on Roy out the corner of his vision just in case the man should try anything against him it was Edward that Oswald stopped in front of. He'd try imparting similar advice not to start fights but there was little point there, Edward would already know and since he hadn't attacked back he clearly already agreed. Sitting drinking scotch was about as low-key as Edward could do. Still there's a pointed look while Oswald mentally dismisses the lecture before glancing back to the room and speaking a little more quietly "Well, that's one way to see the security in action" He raised a brow "Problems Edward?" It was a different sort of look, the kind that questioned if there was going to be trouble and if there was something he should be doing about it, whether to help or hinder.
The attention of the room was still a little too directed towards them for his liking though and he snaps into his usual act seconds later to reassure people that everything is normal and they should go and stare at something else because nothing was quite so boring to watch as social niceties "Ah, forgive me, I have yet to do introductions. This is Lola, my lovely guest for the evening and hopefully many more to come. Lola, this is Edward, a very smart man and an old friend"
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Apr 5, 2014 21:39:28 GMT -5
This was what was wrong with the world these days. That when someone calls for help or even looks to be in a moment of distress. To few ignore it, if they ignore it then it isn't their problem or someone else will take care of it. Never stopping to ask what if they were need… Would they wish for someone to step up? Roy stepped up, well stepped up and over, but would have regretted had he just sat on by. That was less about justice and more about doing the right thing, perhaps not in the right way, but the intentions were in deed there. Getting his ass screwed and himself screwed, certainly seemed to be not of of the norm… Certainly Roy was in faint hope there could be some understanding, but with that said… Like he stated repeatedly, if there was no level at all. Then he would leave… He took responsibility of his action… Though as he was at least hoping to have a word with the boss in hoping to at least shed light on the harassment before he could get his ass tossed out. The over came Mr Chuckles… Giving his commentary… Blackmail… Really? Perhaps he should have taken more heed to what Roy actually had said.
"Forgive me, Sir. You must have me confused… I was simply offering to cover any damages and perhaps even throw in a donation before I'm tossed out… Whilst looking to enlighten on the harassment and hope that would not continue? Of course I would not look to make things any worse. I take responsibility for my actions!"
Roy added in a calm low tone. How anyone was paying much attention after Roy was sure he had been pulled a side in a hush and low spot in the fire section. Sure he was hoping to say, if there was any chance they could work this out, but that wasn't the reason he pulled out the check book, perhaps it looked like it. Then fault him for his poor gentleman skills, but he had simply as calmly. Kindly. Offered to pay for any damages that was cause for him. Simply stating he was going to miss putting in his donation, was mere hope that he could at least offer a donation now. It was after all for Charity. If he must tuck his tail between his legs and leave. He would. He stated clearly. Least he'd hope clear enough, that he would indeed go.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 1:53:46 GMT -5
Everything was happening so fast – Summer’s head was practically spinning as she transported toward the other end of the gala. She hadn’t completely expected Roy to follow, though a mix of emotions seemed to run through her pretty head as Edwards grip tightened and he froze in place. She said nothing by merely observed him, wondering what had resulted in the action, though they were quickly joined once again by apparent guardian angel. After a brief discussion, Summer was practically blushing “Please, gentlemen…let’s not do this-people are starting to stare“ The redhead pleaded. Her jaw dropped as Roy swung at Edward and while he did release her, Summer’s hands only shot up to cover her mouth. Her hazel eyes wide, she looked from Roy to Edward, completely speechless in regards of what to say.
In complete shock, she struggled for words though a notable red blush quickly formed on her cheeks. Gasps and stares greeted her when she finally managed to look up. While the young news reporter was always adored attention, this was not the kind that she particularly favored. She opened her mouth to speak, but still found herself at a complete loss for words. Her producer surged through the crowd, his eyes fixed on his stations star caught in the middle of the newfound drama. Her wide eyes looked up to meet Edwards gaze at her familiar nickname. His words hit her like a thousand knives, though she tried not to look upset by his statement as she watched him retreat.
Her thoughts were swirling around her head as she weighed the two and her producer hissed in her ear. She tried to justify the situation with rambling and explanations as Roy soothed over the situation with the woman and her husband. Security was quick to arrive on the scene, making Summer start to wish that maybe she had finished the rest of that drink before Edward has whisked her away. Speaking in a low voice, she managed a forced smile up at the handsome hero. “I appreciate it. I know you meant well – but I was fine, really. Now I’m just a little worried; he’s a very powerful man. Pressing charges isn’t the worst thing he can do to you.” She informed him, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before he made his statement to the security. Summer’s eyes grew even wide now as she quickly interrupted once the word ‘harassed’ was thrown around. As a very well-known socialite in Gotham, the last she needed was this kind of attention.
“Oh! No, No need to do that. I’m fine. This is all just a massive misunderstanding honestly. I think we should all just forget it ever happened and enjoy the festivities; I don’t think anyone should be removed from such a lovely setting. Goodness, is that a shark?” She struggled to maintain her award-winning smile as she attempted to smooth things over and spent several seconds creating some elaborate story to diminish the crowd that had gathered and ease the mind of her producer. While she enjoyed Roy’s presence, she didn’t like the negative attention that seemed to be attracted toward him. This night was already proving to be a bit chaotic and she was doing everything she could to seem pleasant and charming, pleasing every party present.
Summer grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray and took a lengthy sip, noticing a peculiar taste about it but shrugging it off instantly. The siting of Oswald brought a sour look to her face, it wasn’t until she realized that he was heading their way that panic settled in. Recently, she had been reverting back to her earlier days in investigative reporting. After conducting several interviews at Arkham, a great deal of stories seemed to have one venue in common: The Iceberg Lounge. And after its recent destruction she knew that not all of the buildings secrets had burned down with it.
Despite the little free time she had, Summer had taken up a job working at the man’s lounge in order to get some of her own answers. After weeks of progressive, hard work and persistent snooping, she couldn’t have him recognize her at this point as the bright-eyed server with a double life. “I’m so sorry Roy. I have to go; my producer needs to speak with me. Please understand. Um, Come find me later?” She flirted, sending Roy half-hearted smile as she quickly departed before Oswald could grace the group with his presence. Determined to get as much distance between herself and her ‘employer’ as possible, she couldn’t risk having dots connected with her hard work only beginning to pay off. As Oswald approached the group, Summer had fled.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 3:01:03 GMT -5
His head pounded heavily as his leaned himself onto the bar. After he placed the order, his eyes were firmly shut, his jaw locked, and his hand rubbing his temples underneath the black hat he currently wore. He could tolerate many different types of pain, dealing with the immense pain in his leg for years had certainly increased his tolerance, but he could never put up with headaches, and as the moments lingered on, the pounding in his head fiercely increased. He was certain he would have a big black mark on his forehead. His gut wasn’t feeling much better, but that could be easily ignored. He had worse from the Batman.
He only opened his eyes when his scotch appeared. He took it into one hand and stared at it, almost uncertain whether he wanted a sip. He glanced to his side, catching the intricate security. Luthor had certainly planned this occasion well. He noted how all steps in handling the situation ran smoothly with another. He would have to take a note to the placements of the guards and their eyes to protect himself from a future incident, if one were to occur tonight. He rolled his eyes as he caught words of the brute’s conversation. It was bullshit to him. Edward was a careful man, and even if someone had seen Summer and him together, it would take a hard leap for them to figure out what was actually occurring. After all, from a distance, it had looked like two lovers sharing an private moment. How did he get harassment from that? If anything, the brute had saw a pretty girl and tried to steal her away. Edward had merely prevented that from happening. It was fucking ridiculous, and he hoped the man got kicked on his ass.
He winced in frustration. He was furious. The man had not only brutalized him, but had gotten in the way of an important discussion. He needed those files before he met with Luthor tonight, and the man had made it perfectly clear that he was in control of this gala. Edward knew better to walk into a bears cave without a shot gun, and his shot gun was being held by a dim witted red head who felt the need to bat her eye lashes at any man who wandered by. He noted the direction she ran off in, but didn’t go after her. He would have to handle that later, after the muscle man was away from him. He looked down at his drink again. It was likely drugged. He sighed in frustration, placing the drink at the bar and turning to one of the waiters with a tray of champagne. He took one of the glasses, bringing it to his lips. In three large gulps he down the entire glass. He would stick to the alcohol that was being served publically. He placed the glass down and grabbed a second one before turning back around. His head still pounding in pain.
He heard the familiar voice next to his side, and shifted a glance to him. “Idiots pounding their chest in some form of masculine display, nothing unusual for the ignorant and week,” he commented to Ozzy, “Though the fact that he is being fronted by Queen Industries is only further proof that money truly spoils the incompetent.” He took another sip, the champagne bringing on a soothing sensation to his mind and slowly dulling the pain.
A beautiful woman came up with the shorter man. He had heard that Ozzy had taken on a new woman in his arms. It wasn’t unusual. Ozzy had money and women flocked to it. Taking in her beautiful features and dim looks, he suspected she was one of those very same type of women. He forced a smile, even though he was still pissed off about what had happened. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “A pleasure,” he said softly, “You are in good hands, as long as you can interest him as much as his pets.” He chuckled, dropping her hand and leaning back to the bar.
“I swear Ozzy, my patience for stupidity gets slimmer with each passing day,” he grumbled, his fingers tapping on the wood surface.
“Eddie! Eddie!” Deidre shouted from across the room, and Edward groaned, running his hand over his face. Dee’s dress was still soaked with the drink that stupid fat cop and knocked onto her. He didn’t even have the balls to apologizes! She scurried through the crowd to Mr. Penguin, some chick, and her favorite boss. “I tell ya, Eddie. This shindig. Not feelin’ it. Selina sure know how to make things trashy. I mean I heard there was some type of fight,” she said, chomping on her gum. She reached out for Lola’s hand and shook it hard, “Nice to see ya, and your lookin’ handsome as always, Mr. Cobblepot.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 0:11:58 GMT -5
Hey folks! This phase of the Gala has been extended until 4-14-14. Have fun, until phase II!
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