The Robinson Park Spooktacular: Dance Party!

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

[This thread is the medium thread for The Robinson Park Spooktacular. In this thread you must wait 72 hours (three full days) between posting, but all other regular rules regarding skipping and such are suspended. Remember! Any one character may only be in one of the three Spooktacular threads at any given time, though they may leave one area and join another.]

This large, open field has been converted into an outdoor dance venue. The DJ up front is blasting music loudly enough to cover the entire area (and probably well outside of it as well) with an assortment of Halloween favorites and current hits, though he's also prepared to take any requests from the guests.

Balloons full of regular air (not helium) in orange and black have been scattered across the field for the guests to use as they please, while the edges of the field have been stocked with tables full of cookies, donuts, and other horribly unhealthy things. There's a few kinds of punch, but the stronger stuff is labeled and guarded by an attendant who is checking the ID of anyone who looks like they might be under 25.

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“….and this has been your inside scoop on all things Halloween at Gotham City’s Robinson Park Spooktacular! Hit the ATM, bundle up and come down and join us for this fantastic charity event! Also, tune into my solo talk-show, The Scene, tomorrow morning at nine in order to discuss the best – and worst costumes of the evening and hopefully our mystery host of this celebrated event will make an appearance before the night is through!” She waited for her co-host to make his comments before continuing, her white smile still angled perfectly in the direction of the camera regardless of how chilly it was outside. “…..and I’m Summer Gleeson.” Via her producer’s instructions, she took a breath and then began the line that she was supposed to say in tandem with her unwanted co-host. “Goodnight Gotham!”

She waited for the countdown before allowing the smile to slip from her pretty face. Her teeth instantly began to chatter as she turned toward the News van parked a bit away. “It’s freezing out here! Remind me why we are not doing this indoors?” She looked around the venue, though she couldn’t help but admit it was brilliantly decorated. The dropping temperatures seemed to be the one thing was flawed with the evening, other than the theme all together.

You see – our stunning news reporter was not a huge fan of Halloween. The excuse to dress up in a skimpy costume and parade around fueled by vodka was something that never appealed to her. Still, she mananged to find a festive outfit with help from her Gotham Live credit card and was trying to search for the best of the situation. Her costume was one that was perhaps a bit too fitting – Daphne Blake from Scooby Doo. The well-known teenage detective's scarlet red hair matched Summer’s perfectly, as did a number of her other features.

If the modern traditions of Halloween were not enough of a turn-off, Summer also was not a fan of the ‘scare’ element of the evening. Being caught off guard and crept up on was not something she typically enjoyed. While she didn’t claim to be easy to scare, it seemed that there was enough about this holiday to put her on edge. “Has anyone seen my purple trench?” She asked, forced to bend over as she sifted through the contents of the news van. Once she found her matching, deep-purple trench coat that was worthy of both Vera Wang and Daphne Blake, she slipped into its silky interior. Adjusting the bright green scarf and headband amongst her teased red hair, the young reporter smiled at her reflection in the windows of the van before shutting the door.

From this point on, the only thing left to do was enjoy the evening. The redhead glanced around the packed venue. Despite the eerie decorations it was still lit fairly well considering the theme. Summer could only imagine the time and decoration that went into such an event. Though she was not one to typically join the party, she sought out the largest crowd of people that she could find considering the night at hand. While she would never admit it, this holiday did startle her slightly and she found it best to be around as many people as possible in order to avoid an unwanted incidence.


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[Evangelina Bradley]

One could easily accuse her of being extremely uncreative with her choice in costumes, but Evangelina flat out doesn't care. Just because she's a police officer for her day job doesn't mean that what she's wearing now is any less of a costume - this is definitely not appropriate work attire. In fact this outfit feels much more suited to her other job than that one - perhaps she'll hang onto it in case she gets a client who would appreciate it. But even the cuffs and such are fake - they came with the costume.

Not that she doesn't have real ones hidden on her person. She's not on duty at this party and she knows that there are others who are and who are keeping an eye on the event, but when you bring this many Gothamites to one location there's a good chance of trouble and if so it doesn't matter if she's on duty or not. She hopes not, though - if at all possible, she wants to think as little as possible about actual work. Halloween is supposed to be about fun!

When she arrives, she only has to briefly review her options about which direction to go before she decides that the dance floor is definitely for her. Whatever is going on in the pavilion looks far too stuffy for her tastes and, since it's a bit chilly outdoors, dancing seems like a good way to keep warm. It's not yet cold enough for her to regret her choice of costumes, but if she stands still for too long she may change her mind about that.

When she works her way among the dancing crowd, she spots a face that she recognizes, and not just because she knows the costume. But she simply casts a smile in her direction instead of greeting her properly - she warns her clients that she doesn't like to indicate to anyone that she knows them if she sees them elsewhere, just in case they're with people who might start asking undesirable questions about how they know each other and such. Not that they can't go up to her if they want to, but she likes to give them the option of pretending that they have no idea who she is if they want to. And even if they do she's quite happy to go along with whatever story they come up with for anyone who asks if they don't want to tell the truth. Well, within reason, anyway.

So for now she simply pauses to see if Summer would like to say hello, but is more than ready to find someone else to talk to if not. In fact she sees a man over by the punch who is ogling her so overtly that perhaps she ought to go over there and decide whether she's flattered or offended by the attention...

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[She wasn’t hard to spot; flawless blonde wearing a very flattering cop outfit that majorly strayed from the standard. Summer couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her. The pretty young redheaded debated on approaching the officer, though she couldn’t help but admit to herself that if this event was making her nervous she would be safest if she lingered around a cop. However, Evangelina wasn’t just a cop. Her relationship with Summer was difficult but relevantly simple at the same time. The two didn’t typically associate openly. Claiming that they were friends would certainly be an overstatement, but Summer did require the blonde’s assistance.

While most insisted on masks for this holiday, Summer decided she wasn’t going to take a risk by confronting a stranger. She started toward the blonde with almost a mischievous smile when she fully took in the costume. Knowing her own costume wasn’t exactly the most creative but rather an excuse to go out and by herself a new designer dress in a flattering shade of purple, Summer decided against making any kind of comment. “Off duty or undercover?” She asked, her eyes practically glowing with curiosity. Summer was desperate for something to happen, especially if it meant she would get a boost in her career. While it wasn’t ethical for a journalist to stage any events, that didn’t meant that she couldn’t be prepared to document them.

“And it’s nice to see you again too. Are you here alone?” The feisty redhead said almost playfully as her eyes fell on the set of handcuffs that clung to the costume that the woman was sporting. Tossing her red waves over her shoulder she pursed her lips together for a moment continuing. She had an odd vibe about this event, mostly because Halloween made her uneasy altogether. “I like your costume. Now you are making me wish I would have just gone as a news reporter.” Her eyes locked on the handcuffs once more and it took quite a bit of effort to hide the blush from her cheeks.



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[Evangelina Bradley]

Seeing that Summer is heading over, Evangelina's smile grows bigger. Just because she's sensitive to the fact that not all of her clients want to admit that they know her all the time doesn't mean that she has a preference. Admittedly, it can be a bit awkward talking to someone in a completely ordinary setting if she hasn't interacted with them much outside of a session, but only at first. Once a rapport is established, they might as well be anyone else she knows well.

The question causes her to laugh. "I don't think that this makes a very good undercover outfit - any idiot can tell it's not a real cop uniform, but it's still bound to make crooks more on edge," she comments as she looks down at her outfit, before looking back up again answering the question, "Off duty - I'm just here for the party! What about you?" Having spent the evening getting ready for the party and actually arriving, she wasn't watching TV and therefore wouldn't know if Summer's been on it or not.

Personally, she's hoping that nothing happens here besides the event as scheduled. If something suitable for boosting Summer's career happens, then it'll probably be something that she'll have to get involved in and she doesn't want to. Like she said, she's here for the party, and she's planning on having a very good time no matter how it goes. Which is why she smirks and answers the question about her aloneness by smirking slyly and saying, "Yes... but my goal for this evening is to fix that before the end of the night." Which could actually mean several different things, though she doesn't elaborate further and wonders if she'll be asked to or if Summer will be content to guess.

The compliment to her costume also causes a smile. "Instead of a meddling kid?" she asks, "No, no, you do Daphne justice! And she was always such a fashionable young woman - the envy of every little girl who watched the series and the fantasy of every little boy. I mean, they certainly weren't looking at Velma. If anyone so much as implies that you don't look sexy tonight, let me know and I'll beat some sense into them." To emphasize that point, she lifts her billy club. Then again, the threat probably seems a bit shallow given the fact that it's the fake, plastic one that came with her costume.

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She smiled at the blondes comment. Some of the outfits that she had worn to go undercover could make Evangelina’s cop outfit look like a nun’s. However, Summer kept her snooping to herself, and refused to collaborate with the GCPD unless there was something in it for her. She shrugged casually, “Obviously it’s not a real cop uniform, but it certainly is flattering. You look great.” She turned to scan the perimeter of the party, feeling a bit on edge. The flashing lights and loud music wasn’t exactly her scene. But this particular holiday always seemed to make her a bit jumpy. Surrounding herself with as many people as possible seemed to be the most practical method of keeping her fears at bay.

“Same, I just got finished covering the event – but I have to help judge the costume contest later. Are you entering?” She said with a mischievous smile. Her eyebrows rose at the cop’s bold statement, “Oh really? Do you have your eye on anyone?” The young reporter asked, trying to remember the last time she had sought out the comfort of another since her…whatever-that-was-with-the-Riddler. Maybe she should take a page from Evangelina’s book and dedicate some time to socializing for the sake of doing so and not for the sake of her career. Still, her curiosity multiplied as she looked around to see if anyone particularly handsome caught her eye. There was a cute Prince Charming by the drinks, though Summer had already dismissed him as being too arrogant for going as such a character in the first place.

Summer couldn’t help but laugh. “Well thank you, I felt as though it would be a good idea with the red hair, and give myself an excuse to swipe my Gotham Live credit card to buy this cute trench.” Her intentions with the costume were not to look sexy necessarily, but still maintain her own stylish standards and still claim a costume like most others. “I will hold you too that. I am sure you especially could do some damage even with a plastic club. But honestly, I am not a fan of the holiday, usually I stay in and avoid the hype of dressing up and going out. Still, I couldn’t refuse a story on the biggest event of the season, especially with such a mysterious host."



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[Evangelina Bradley]

While Evangelina's outfit would be quite scandalous down at the station, it doesn't hold a candle to what she sometimes wears during her side job - it depends on the client to what degree she does or doesn't show what they can't have, but on the extreme end they'd make some of Summer's undercover attire feel positively conservative. Which is why, except for the cold temperature, she feels totally at ease in this costume - it's family-friendly, even!

When asked about the costume contest, she laughs and glances around herself as she comments, "I would, but I don't think that I'd win." Well, she'd probably win the 'sexiest cop' category, but unless the categories are that specific she's sure that someone's got her beat - she really didn't try too hard on this costume, after all. She'd certainly not defeat anyone whose obviously spent months gathering every piece needed to recreate their favorite character from something in loving detail, if that's what the judges are looking for. She'd probably do better if the judges are simply looking for whoever looks the sexiest, but even then it would be a stiff competition - like that Asian chick in the genie costume next to the cookies... could she possibly have any interest in women? The odds are against it, but if Evangelina has the chance she'll probably not be able to resist the temptation to find out.

So does she have her eye on anyone? "Oh, maybe... the night is still young," she replies cryptically, "There are a lot of people here." Which means there are many, many potential opportunities to run into someone that finds her just as attractive as she finds them. But that's the joy of being completely unattached - the unknown. And there's also the chance that she'll fail in her quest and leave here just as alone as she did when she arrived, but that's the downside.

The cute trench gets an approving nod when it's mentioned - she's certainly in agreement there. "It makes the costume in this weather," she comments. In fact, she's sure that she'll wish that she'd brought something warmer herself before the night is over. Though she's still going to assume that looking sexy was at least a part of why Summer chose the outfit - she's sure that Summer tries to look sexy in everything she wears, but that's just a part of being a fashionable woman.

"You don't like Halloween?" Evangelina asks, though the question is mostly rhetorical, simply expressing her surprise. She's clearly of a different opinion about it, but she doesn't feel the need to argue about it's virtues as a holiday here and now. Instead she pays more attention to the last of what Summer said. "Oh the host? Who is hosting this? Come to think of it, I don't think that was on the posters," she comments with a thoughtful frown. She didn't really care about that detail, so she didn't bother to look into it. Though she assumes that whoever the poor saps in the department who have to work tonight would know - she did hear mentions that there'd be extra patrols around the park tonight to help manage the crowd, even though there's also hired security personnel at the event.

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Summer chuckled, “To be honest, I am not even sure how to go about judging a contest. I’m sure there they will be categorized somehow, but hopefully I don’t run into anything that looks too creepy. “ She shrugged and tried to ignore the involuntary shudder that raced down her spine. For a woman who tried so hard to convince everyone how fearless she was, Summer certainly was not bothering to hide the fact that she was somewhat of a scaredy-cat when the Halloween season rolled around. “As far as I am concerned, you have just as good a chance of anyone else of winning. You can display your trophy down at the station.” Summer teased, glancing quickly behind her as someone brushed up against her while passing.

Her paranoid gaze followed Evangelina’s – who was being vague in regards to possible targets for the evening. Being the snoop that Summer was, she wanted specifics, but settle with what she was given. “I honestly can’t say I have ever left with anyone I have met at an event.” She stated, which was a huge lie. Despite the image that Summer Gleeson hoped to portray, she wasn’t that person that smiled brightly in front of a camera. Like many girls, danger and mystery tempted her, and she often followed.

Tightening the belt on her trench so that it accentuated her tiny waist even more so that it already did, she looked toward the area where drinks were being served, finding herself growing thirstier by the second. Wishing she had brought her water from the News Van, she wasn’t willing to walk all the way back down the eerie path by herself in order to retrieve it. She needed to loosen up. With a timid smile, she looked back to Evangelina. “Do you want to come with me to get something to drink?” Summer asked, waiting to see if maybe the woman would go with her. Considering their past and present it was an unlikely pair, but she was a familiar face that brought comfort to the uneasy redhead.

“I loathe it.” She said, wrinkling her nose at the holiday’s name. There was no particular reason that fueled the dislike, but it was just never something that she could enjoy. Her eyes grew wide when Evangelina seemed to show interest in the host. “That’s because it wasn’t.” Summer said as quietly as she could without being drowned out by the roar of the music and crowd surrounding them. “You would be surprised what I had to go through to even find a name! Phyllis Irvine…have you ever heard of a Phyllis Irvine? It’s a big city- but when you do what I do it isn’t all that big anymore. I guess there is the possibility that she is new to town but I just think its strange is all.” Summer implied, tossing her hair over her shoulder once more. “I’m just saying that if I threw and event this grand; I would want the credit for it unlike Phyllis.”



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[Evangelina Bradley]

As Summer expresses her desire to avoid creepy costumes, Evangelina has to hastily suppress a smirk. As one might guess if they know even a little bit about her, Evangelina is pretty fearless. Oh, there comes a point where even she would turn tail and run, but it's not going to happen because of a costume. Well, unless the costume is both of something incredibly dangerous and so realistic that it's impossible to tell the difference, but there's unlikely to be one of those here.

But she doesn't hide her smirk at the idea of displaying a trophy at the station. "That's just what I need - the boys would want to know what it was for, then they'd want to see this prize-winning costume, and then they'd not only be reminded that I'm a woman - a fact that they already can't seem to forget - but I'm one with a figure. So, ah, not displaying any trophies at the station," she says, shaking her head. Go figure that she'd perfectly content to wear this here and much skimpier things in the course of her side job, but absolutely not even let her coworkers in her other job know about it.

When Summer then goes on to state that she's not ever hooked up with someone at a party, Evangelina blinks and looks the other woman over from head to toe with an evaluative expression. "Hmm... nuh-uh, I'm not buying it," she states with a strongly skeptical expression coming to her face. Summer is plenty attractive enough to get the kind of attention from the kind of person one would leave a party with if one wanted to. Therefore, the question becomes whether or not Summer would want to if she had the chance. And the answer to that is yes - if Evangelina has learned nothing from her sessions with this client, it's that she's too naive, adventurous, and liberal to have resisted every time.

The reason why Evangelina is hoping to meet someone at this party is because of a different set of traits - she's adventurous too, but though she's not very naive she is self-confident and knows how perceptive she is about people. She can be extremely sure that she's not going to be running off with anyone who turns out to be creepy - she knows how to spot and avoid the ones like that. So why not have a little fun this evening? You're supposed to party on this holiday, after all.

And what's a party without drinks? "Oh, of course!" she replies to Summer's invitation, before laughing at the carefully labelled bowls indicating which punch does and doesn't have alcohol and commenting, "Looks like they're admitting that some of the punch has been spiked - that's nice of them! I wonder what with..." Eh, booze is booze, so does that matter? She starts to head over there as Summer explains about the party's hostess. "Phyllis Irvine..." she says out loud, frowning and pulling her cellphone out of her pocket. It only takes her a half a minute before she announces, "Must be a pseudonym - if you're going to throw a party this big, even though it's probably making money, you'd need a lot of funds. More than most people have just laying around. And the internet doesn't know anybody with that kind of money with that name." A few more moments and she adds, "Huh, and if it's a pseudonym, it's not one that the police know about..." Well, it's a mystery then. And since it's not illegal for someone to reserve the park with a pseudonym - though it may break some park rule - it's not necessarily a cause for suspicion since it really could be some rich person wanting to be anonymous.

Giving up on finding out anything from her phone, she puts her phone away again and comments, "Well, whoever Phyllis is, she's thrown a good party."

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Summer couldn’t help but giggle at Evangelina’s comment. Nodding in agreement, she surrendered the idea of trying to convince the woman to join the costume contest. “Alright, good point. I don’t see how you can put up with them.” While she valued the police department and the tasks they performed, she couldn’t imagine being a part of that team. Though she did like the attention, she would hate to be constantly fighting for them to take her seriously. However, even she couldn’t take herself seriously as a cop. It was one profession where she didn’t belong. Journalism was her thing.

Attempting to look as surprised as ever, the false innocence that Summer tried to absorb herself in didn’t trick Evangelina. “What? No seriously!” She tried once more, as they started toward the arrangement of punch bowls that seemed to be labeled. Summer wrinkled her nose for a moment, incidentally sounding somewhat stuck-up as she spoke. “That’s sketchy…and unhygienic.” However, Evangelina reached for a reach and Summer sighed softly as she read the ingredients for each on. Connecting with the punch bowl with fruit floating on top labeled ‘sangria’ she carefully ladled herself a healthy portion into her cup.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes as Evangelina was so quick to discard any suspicions; Summer opened her mouth but quickly closed it. Was she really that paranoid or did she simply have a thing for sucking the fun out of the situation. With a small sigh, she gave in too. “You’re right; I need to relax a bit. Maybe this will help” Summer admitted, taking a drink of the sangria and pulling a face as soon as she did so. “Oh that is strong!” She cleared her throat for a moment and waited for the bitter, district taste of vodka to dissolve. Though it may not have been that strong, Summer wasn’t used to drinking anything that wasn’t an expensive wine, champagne, or had the word ‘sparkling’ in the name.

“What are you drinking?” She asked. Setting her drink down on the edge of the table, she scanned the surface once more to see if maybe one of the alternative options caught her eye. In an instant, a large hand reached out from under the table cloth, grabbed Summer’s ankle and tugged. A squeal flew from her lips as she quickly pulled away, her heart racing from the scare. Thankfully, the music seemed to steer the attention away from her scream, though the chuckling underneath the table was still audible as Summer collected herself.

That was it. She hated Halloween.



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[Evangelina Bradley]

"I don't know how I put up with them either, sometimes," Evangelina replies, but that's a lie. She knows exactly why she puts up with them: a badge, a gun, a car, and an automatic level of respect and authority. The fact that she's in a position to help people doesn't really matter to her - in fact, it would be difficult to determine whether the sum total of her activities would lean on the side of being helpful or hurtful to the community at large.

Summer's further attempts to deny having picked up someone at a party continue to fail. "Don't lie to the law, honey," she says with a smirk. But though the words are a reference to her costume and day job, the way that she says it - especially with that confident smirk - is straight out of her other job. While she may have said something else, what she meant was 'don't lie to your Dominatrix' - but discreetly enough that Summer alone would understand that.

Once she's confirmed that the identity of the party's hostess is more difficult to find out than she cares to investigate, her attention goes from her cellphone to the punch options. As she's not a very picky person, she simply selects one of the alcoholic punches at random - it has apple slices floating in it and therefore seems rather festive for the time of year. She can't help but smile to herself when Summer calls the sangria 'strong' - someone doesn't know the meaning of the word 'strong'. Evangelina isn't a hard drinker or anything, but her palette for alcohol could best be described as 'educated'. Which she proves when, after a sip of her own drink, she says, "Hmm... champagne, apple juice, cranberry juice... Hmm, and something else - something citrus." She takes another sip, trying to decide which of the citrus fruits is causing that particular tang on her tongue, but it must be a very small part of the recipe.

And she's distracted from guessing anyway an instant later, when she spots the hand grabbing Summer's ankle. At first she's concerned the other woman might trip, but when she doesn't, she actually finds it a little funny and laughs lightly. Then she decides that this is a job for a sexy cop. Putting her cup down, she pulls out her fake plastic baton and points it commandingly toward the area beneath the table. "Okay, whoever you are, hands up where I can see them or I'll have you strip-searched with extreme prejudice," she threatens, somehow managing not to laugh.

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Summer smirked at her comment. She assumed that regardless of her words, she considered her team to be some sort of a dysfunctional family, which was why the redhead was eager to let the topic die down before any nerves were struck. It was true, Summer knew very little about Evangelina – the woman was a complete mystery other than the fact she was a policewoman and the secrets between the two women regarding what Summer paid her to do behind closed doors. Speaking of which, it had been a good amount of time since her last session, perhaps the young reporter was finally getting all of the attention that she constantly craved. There certainly was enough going on in her life at the moment – both good and bad. And yet, here she was spending her little free time whining again. Without any encouragement, she raised the plastic cup to her lips once more. “What is it you all talk about? I mean, between cases, crimes and paperwork” She asked out of curiosity, mostly concerned to see if her name had surfaced recently between her trail of broken relationships that seemed to be a trend for the young and restless redhead.

Once again caught in her own lie, Summer opened her mouth to argue once more, but instead brought the cup to her lips for a third time to avoid answering. Lying to improve her public image was useless concerning the woman who knew a fair amount of her dirty little secrets. Wrinkling her nose as she removed the cup from the lower half of her face once more, she perked up at the mention of champagne. “Wait, they have champagne here?” She considered discarding her cup of semi-strong sangria for what Evanelina was drinking, but didn’t want to seem rude – especially when there were so many eyes watching.

While recovering from her ‘attack’ Summer was instantly appalled, though disguised her rage with nothing more than annoyance. She certainly wasn’t in the spirit of things and unless the person who had attempted to drag her under the table was a handsome, shirtless thirty year old with hypnotizing blue eyes. A figure scrambled out from the other side of the table. Their face was masked with a horrible representation of what Summer assumed was a werewolf, and they sprinted into the crowd.


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[Evangelina Bradley]

The only reason Evangelina has to notice and care how frequently Summer wants a session is because she makes less money when she doesn't have one. But as might be expected by the very nature of having that side business in the first place, she's very much into the idea of allowing everyone to get their kick in whatever way they like it. Within reason, anyway - even she has limits. But most of those are simply safety hazards. So even though it would be more profitable if Summer saw her more, she's still happy as long as Summer's happy.

"Honestly? They gripe about their lives, I pretend to listen and care," she says with a shrug. Well, maybe she does care, very slightly. Way less than they seem to assume. Or maybe they do know that she doesn't care, but since she's willing to stand around and be talked at they take advantage of the opportunity. "I really don't have a lot in common with most of them, so I kind of stick to business at work. Well, unless something generic like a 'who is hotter' argument breaks out - anyone can play that game," she explains, then shrugs again.

Taking another sip of her drink, she's can't help but smile at how quick Summer is to latch onto the mention of champagne. "Not plain champagne, but unless I'm horribly mistaken, it's one of the main ingredients of this punch," she answers, "It takes more like apple juice, though... It's good, though..." The champagne gives it just the right touch, in her opinion.

But thoughts of the drink are put on hold for a moment when she attempts to confront the guy beneath the table. Though it seems that her threats are enough to cause him to flee. If she was on duty, she might care to chase the guy down - foot chases are a specialty of hers - but she's not so she instead watches him leave and comments, "Aw, darn - he got away." She's not sure that there's too many hard and fast rules about how one stays in character as a sexy cop, but she figures by the size of the heels that they're not the type to chase people down. Not that she can't run in them - most women can't, though.

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Summer nodded, a sly smirk finding its home on her red lips. “Aww, now you don’t expect me to believe that you don’t care…” With a playful pout, she surrendered to her sangria once again. Though the redhead hoped for the reveal of some interesting GCPD secrets, she knew better than to get her hopes up. Still, her passion for journalism forced her to hungrily hope that something might slip. Even if it didn’t, she was grateful for some kind of conversation. If it were not for Evangelina she would have floated around the party before returning to bother her co-host.

Laughing as she surfaced from the sangria, she could only picture it now. A room of GCPD individuals – half of which who considered Summer to be a never-ending pain in their side – all hollering about which actress had the best legs or bust. It was fun to imagine, especially seeing as her own work environment was so drastically different. “True, I’m sure that makes for a rowdy conversation.”

“Good champagne?” Summer asked, looking down at her strong sangria once more. She was starting to adjust to the distinct taste. Her heart still racing from the unexpected ankle-grab, she moved her hand reassuringly to her chest. Quickly inspecting her own ankle to insure that there was nothing more than the skin-crawling feeling the stranger left behind, she glanced up at the blonde’s words. Summer forced a laugh and straightened herself up. “I’m not sure how much more of this that I can take.” Summer admitted. It certainly wasn’t her scene, but maybe a few more sips of sangria would change her perspective.
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[Evangelina Bradley]

Unfortunately, Summer's hopes and dreams for a story are unlikely to be satisfied here. While the GCPD certainly has it's interesting secrets, Evangelina is the last person who would reveal them to anyone. After all, in most of the scandalous stories that she could tell, she herself is the one who did the dirty deed. To tell any of those stories would incriminate herself.

And when it comes to less scandalous stories, she has another problem. "No, really, I don't care. My coworkers are extremely uninteresting," she says easily because, while Summer and her readers may disagree, the type of people who sign up to be cops in this city aren't especially worth her attention. What does that say about her? Well, she didn't sign up in this city - she transferred, so there.

Summer's speculations about what the 'who's hotter' conversations are like cause Evangelina to look to the sky as if for divine intervention for a moment. "Like you wouldn't believe. Get enough men who think that they're God's gift to this city in one room, name two female celebrities, and let the opinions fly. The only thing that can stop them is for a woman to venture an opinion. That makes them stop long enough to look at her funny, and then realize that she's right. But then they're right back at it," she says with a shake of her head at the ridiculousness. Which is, of course, why she ventures an opinion all the time - it still seems to surprise them each time she manages to say something they agree with about the beauty of a particular woman, even though it shouldn't. She has eyes, after all.

When asked for her opinion on the champagne, she simply shrugs and says, "It passes." It's good enough that she's still drinking it even now, after all. While she may have an educated enough of a palate to distinguish the ingredients of a punch, it's not the kind that cares too much about the quality of the beverage - at least not when it's mixed in with many more ingredients that do a good job of disgusing any bad flavors there may be. If, indeed, there are any - it's really difficult to tell when the main flavor is apple.

What Summer says next causes her to raise an eyebrow in confusion. "More of what?" she asks, honestly not understanding for a moment before realization strikes. And when it does, she laughs, "Don't tell me that you're scared of Halloween!" Clearly, she's of the exact opposite opinion.