Break Out the Champagne [Open]

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Summer sent smiles in the directions of the hostess, subtly eyeing the woman’s designer dress and mentally comparing it to her own. With a satisfied smirk when she assured herself it was last season, she approached the woman with a fake, pearly smile. This was the fourth charity event that she had gone to in the past month and each had required a different dress to catch the attention of everyone in the venue. This evenings was her personal favorite out of all of her new purchases; a floor length curve-hugging item that had taken a big chunk from her paycheck. Without batting an eyelash she had swiped her card without a doubt, knowing that she was going to be the belle of the ball that she had been expected to arrive at. After finding herself a younger date who was nothing more than a pretty and an aspiring model in Gotham. He had wandered off to go get them both drinks, though summer had been handed a class of champagne from the waiter shortly after he departed. She didn’t bother to go find him, fully knowing there were many different faces she was expected to greet before her departure.

The hostess embraced her instantly, complementing her newest exposé on crime in Gotham city. The new curfews were a bit ridiculous and were cutting her evenings short, so Summer found herself sneaking around a lot more than usual in order to keep her stories interesting. The redhead couldn’t help but giggle when the woman referred to her career as dangerous, but after placing a gloved, reassuring hand on the hostess shoulder Summer quickly moved to change the subject as her date slipped his hand around her waist.

The night continued very repetitively, she would approach other familiar faces and talk of her work, their professions and the overall outcome of the event. Overall the charity ball was rather successful, but she was more than willing to get home. Foolishly assuming that he would be coming back to her place with her, Summer chuckled and shook her head as the younger man opened the door and started to climb into the back of the town car with her. “Um, not tonight. I’m exhausted, really. Thanks for the escort. Here, you can take this one. I might stick around for one more drink.” The arches of her feet were killing her from the deadly heels she had been wearing the last few hours. Still, she shut the door and turned on her pointed heel as she started back inside the venue.

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[Kory Anders - Starfire]

Shouldn’t a party, start with a pre-party? Least it seemed the tamaranean princess believed so. After the day and half a night in New York. Kory had very much taken to sinking into her deep bath tub. Bubbles-galore. With double the bath bombs, it was double the colour. Double the fun. Doubling the sparkling. Softness of her golden skin. With music seeping through speakers from her adjoining bedroom. Doors open. She very much drifted and half forgot the time. She was more in cruise mode, if anything or as she’d put it joy mode. Slipping out of the bath. Out of bubbles. Quickly in and out of a towel. Half twirling in her bathroom as she ran the blow dryer quickly through her hair. She didn’t attempt to play with it that much, her red naturally curly hair had a way of sorting itself out, usually anyway. Although it was falling more softer waves than tight curls. Playing light on the make-up. Light bit of colour above each eye. Soft colour across the lips… Hmmm, what was that trick Donna taught her with the bronzer? As Kory played lightly, before she was confident she had almost perfected at bringing the gold tinge from her cheeks… Somehow, she’d almost imagined she’d missed something. Oh, right. mascara. Quick tab. She was done… Although, that chip in her nail could do with some filling in, as she looked at her nails. Collecting her nail polish from bench of her sink, rattling it slightly, it was almost time for a refill.

Taking it with her as she entered her bedroom. Pulling out her dress that hang by the door, placing it by her bed, before pulling out from shoes. Taking a seat that was at the base of her bed. Filled in her nails, as she slightly debated between two pairs of shoes. One pair was a little bit more practical, whilst the other pair was with a little more crystals. Slipping one on, before slipping it off to try the other. Though of course, naturally. She had a point wound up forgetting about her shoes, before she was practically twirling around on her bed to the music, she didn’t get a whole lot of these down town moments, so yeah she could find herself relishing in them… Before of course the presence pops up her door way. The Black. The Blue. It was always a way to retract her mind, well, suppose it could almost be a little more than skin deep, but surely he knew that with flush of her cheeks. Perhaps he had changed his mind, maybe he did have the time to join her, but that look in his eyes, said otherwise. If it wasn’t for charity, she’d more than offer to join him. Helping her off the bed. Kory eventually began slipping into her dress. Zipped at the side. She couldn’t really recall the designer, who sent it to her. Was it french. Italian? Some sort odd name to pronounce. If it wasn’t straight from the runway, it was practically made for her, as the draping was immaculate. Not Kory could truly appreciate details, but she could throughly enjoy that it moved easily. Plus purple, somehow they knew it was her colour… Oh, right. Shoes. As Kory shared her dilemma. His gloved hand pointing to the more sparkly shoes. He was always better at this kind of thing. Kory could always count on his decisions. Kory then slipped her feet into them, without hesitation. She always practically ready, just earrings… Hmmm, maybe a ring. She didn’t care to over do it. The shoes and dress had sparkles enough. With a small bag over her shoulder, potentially storing her suit. Kory sweetly kissed her knight on his comforting cheek, before exiting her bedroom.

”Oh! If you do find the time… You know where to find me!”

Kory eluded, as she paused long enough to turn slight on her heels to look at him one last time. Was she wishing, not exactly. Was she hopeful, somewhat, but in doubt she’d visit him elsewhere. If he didn’t. As her eyes played slightly, before she turned and left. Half wondering the adventures she was gonna miss, but soon realising, she could very well have her own. You never could know what to expect from a party. Oddly more so in Gotham, Kory was coming to find… As she eventually found her way, walking up the footpath to the charity ball venue. Whether it was by car or she’d simply come by air, there was really no one to know… Save, maybe a pigeon or two… Roy, he had found his way here with his bandmates… He was most likely already inside, Kory expected. Least that was another face she knew, but Kory didn’t expect she’d have too much problem in meeting new people. She thoroughly enjoyed the company of others. Her sharp green eyes spotting a couple faces that also made their way to the party… Even half wondering as she caught sight near a taxi cab, if that was someone she had already met. There was potentially some familiar, as she noted the red hair. The petite stature. As Kory approached from the path. She didn’t exactly hear the conversation, but appeared she wasn’t the only one solo tonight. As she watched the taxi cab take away, what Kory assumed had been the other woman’s date. Paused only briefly, before Kory motioned up the stairs, shortly behind the woman. As Kory moved, her dress flowed, moved. Revealing the subtle slip as her legs passed through. Her own red hair motioned within the natural breeze. Slowly more familiarity came to Kory. Wasn’t this woman, Roy’s friend…? He sure talked about as if she was.

”Summer… Gleeson! Hi, I’m not sure if you’d remember me! Starfire… What happened to your date?”

As soon as the name came to Kory’s mind, she spoke. She was least sure she had remembered it correctly. She wasn’t exactly up to date with reporting, but she was usually good at remembering faces. If not names. Calling shortly behind, whilst motioning through the entrance of the venue. Kory couldn’t be sure if Summer would entirely recall meet her, as it was rather brief at the Gala, so Kory politely re-introduced herself. Starfire naturally. There wasn’t much need for a secret identity and hers really wasn’t so secret now days. As much as she could try to keep it. Offering Summer a warm and friendly smile. Before her eyes had drifted back towards where Summer had left her date with the taxi cab. Not that Kory was being overly nosy, than just simply curious to know. Walking through the entrance, Kory’s eyes opened up to the extremely high ceiling. Beautiful lights. Candles. There was almost a touch of classic to the building. Which era, Kory could only guess. Then strings of guitars. A couple beats of a drum could be heard. Warming up perhaps. Kory was sure to see Roy and his band already on the stage. Kory was used to watching them play in bars and smaller venues. This was definitely a bigger deal and she was very much within support. As she was with the charity itself.

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

There was a time when coming to such fancy occasions was normal, heck even weekly. Back when Roy was still considered an adopted son of the billionaire pretty boy of Star City. Sometimes it almost seemed a life time ago, if not even his, but it didn’t take him much to be reminded. Such like now, as he had arrived well on time, through the back entrance to where the Charity ball was taking place. Of course he trailed along with his bandmates. As unlike before where he had to play nice and kiss asses, he was here to perform. It made it that much better, even though there was no cash involved being charity. Roy couldn’t be too picky, any exposure was good exposure and he did have a giving heart. Naturally as Roy walked through mingling guests, he was dressed for the occasion. If there was one thing he did take from Ollie, was tailoring was what really made the suit. It didn’t matter if it was the most expensive suit, if it wasn’t fitted, it was practically worthless. Traditional Black suit. White shirt, black buttons. Along with an addition of a scarf and bow tie at hand. As sometimes it could be a little restricting performing, he’d put it on after. Carrying also his guitar case, placed it all upon one of the stages. There was a classical more instrumental band, a couple folksingers, Roy’s band was set to sort be the in-between and potentially a little more loose for folk on the dance floor. Upon arrival there was already music in motion as his band did a little setting up on their own, behind somewhat of a curtain. They had some time, even to get a quick drink which were kindly offered to them, but Roy declined of course. Settling for the bottle of water Roy had brought, he could be cheap, but he wasn’t about to give two shits to whoever cared.

Somehow in the stint of waiting for the time on the stage, Roy had found himself in a discussion with random people. All he knew was one of the men was called bob, a lawyer who thoroughly enjoyed Tennis as a hobby. By the way he went on, it was borderline obsession and Roy hated Tennis. That was probably over stating it, a bit, but many people at these kinds of functions were fakes. Wannabes. Sure some had pretty faces, but then so did hooters… Not that Roy was meaning to be bitter, it was just one of those nights where the smell of alcohol was potentially getting to him. Suppose Roy was also in an angst mood to get on stage and get to the performance. That would certainly help clear his mind. As apart from his bandmates, there didn’t really seem to be many faces here he knew, maybe vague familiarity. They just didn’t know him without his mask. His red hair or red in general for that matter. Oh and an arrow, along with all varies weapons. He had them tucked away safely nearby as well… Briefly as he somewhat listened to the debate about taxes, which was hardly an entertaining subject with the wealthy. Roy’s attention diverted, spotting a little red reporter. It was remarkable the random ways they seem to bump into one another, not that Summer would exactly realise it was him every time. Last time, he was sure he had made an impression. Good? Bad? That was harder to tell, as it had landed his ass practically kicked out of the Gala. Guess, it wouldn’t really be Roy if he didn’t make a scene, but even as he half smirked. Whatever the impression, he more than knew he’d do it again… Maybe, slightly different. Between right or wrong. Roy knew what side he straddled on… Though even as he could breaking the distance and offer his attention. Roy’s band Young Bloods was given the go to get on stage and start performing. Just as well, as Summer seemed occupied by a pretty boy around her waist, quick to take her home!

With a subtle adjusting of his blazer, Roy made his way swiftly up the steps to the stage and straight away unclipped his guitar case out. He had made sure to have tuned it one the way to the event. So all that was really left was plugging it into the speaker system. A light flick of the strings, just too be sure and yep his baby wasn’t going to betray him tonight. Hooking the strap over his shoulder. Roy made way to the microphone. The folk singer upon the other stage was just finishing up a few melodies, as Roy fiddled with the mic stand and soon did a bit of testing… Many heads were soon turning their attention as Roy introduced his band. Himself and warmed up the crowd. Many of course still just mingled casually among themselves. From the stage it definitely offered a different perspective and shouldn’t be such a tough crowd. Despite it not being completely relaxed kind of atmosphere, but Roy was confident there was room for a little movement. He was no Adam Levine, but this wasn’t his first time either. Where to start was often a hard choice, but being a saturday night. Somehow the band’s choice of song, was seemed somewhat natural. As a beat from the drums started it, followed then by the keyboard and soon the guitars. Soon Roy’s voice smoothed his way into song and attempted to sooth the room along with the music.

~Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you~

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[Marc Dahlmaine]

Gotham seemed plagued by these charity events and balls. Thankfully those events did need refreshment. So in exchange for a case of good quality, limited champagne and another of a sweet white Riesling, he had been granted a ticket. Two in all accounts but he had pawned the other off because he'd rather attend alone.

That way he was able to meet and greet nearly anyone without the forced nonsense of needing to introduce someone he barely knew. And in this case he was able to network and foist his card on many people. Sommelier did have a nice ring to it. As well as the neat hook of mentioning he was newer to Gotham did get him many, many other recommendations to places to dine.

Doffing a glass of his own champagne he was able to spot several familiar faces. A pair of redheads, and that Roy fellow. But it was the petite redhead he made a beeline for her. Effortlessly he was able to secure a second glass of champagne, ready to offer to her. On second hand, he swapped out his own for a second fresh glass as well, both held in his hands like offerings.

Fixating on that delicate little package poured into the fitted black gown he made sure to intercept her cleanly before any of the other socialites could access her. Thankfully he was a striking picture in a nicely cut bespoke suit, black of course that fit him like a second skin. He had opted for a bland white shirt, but his tie was a strikingly vivid teal color.

Crossing her line of sight, he smiled down at the petite reporter, offering her a flute of champagne.

"I never thought I'd be running into you again, Ms. Gleeson."

...But not only that, he made sure to turn and smile at the tall, statuesque, model he had met in passing before. When he had met Roy and that dark haired girl. One of Kory's friend's as well. "Ms. Anders." He had at least been able to recall her from the papers. She was quite popular, with her height that made him feel short, and those gorgeous, untamed locks of hair. It was a duo of flame-haired women, one petite and in noir, the other in a fitted, yet flowing gown of deep purple. He felt he was about to be envied by many a man in the room if both women sought to entertain his attentions.

"May I offer you both a fresh glass of champagne? Sadly, I do believe this is not of my own family's. But I may be able to procure a bottle and perhaps some more private seating if you both preferred?" With a slight flourish, each flute was held out to each women, the skill and effortlessness, the neat economy of movement a mere extension of his own brisk personality. He had his father to thank for such grace in presentation. And the hours of practice.

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A break from her adventures into exploring the clubs and bars of Gotham, Briar had decided to attend something of a more…dignified affair in north Gotham. She had dressed in one of a few gowns afforded to her by the League for assignments that required this sort of formal wear. Her choice this evening was a green gown that went with her hair extraordinarily well. Not that she really noticed. She’d just chosen it from the few afforded to her. She had opted to go with more natural look. No jewelry and a bare minimum of make-up.

Of course, Briar had absolutely no idea how to carry herself in these upper class events. She supposed she ought to act like Mistress Talia. Confident. Alluring. Briar sighed as she stood by the food table. She was decidedly not as experienced as Mistress Talia in such matters. Briar thrived off of the thrill of the hunt. Whether it be knowledge or a person as her quarry. This…was…rather dull, though the pursuit of knowledge made it a touch more bearable.

Turning slightly as the band began playing, she glanced up at the stage, listening to the music without much feeling. Someone did catch her eye though. Summer Gleeson. A reporter of some fame was in attendance. And…a tamaranian. Hm. Interesting, but…not entirely. Briar clung to the wall, avoiding people and the dance floor, feeling sufficiently awkward. Was this how the upper class of Gotham saw fit to use their influence and power? On this opulence? Surely there were better uses.

Swirling around the champagne in the glass that she was holding, Briar wondered not for the first time why she had bothered to take it from the server’s tray. She didn’t make a habit of drinking alcohol. It clouded her judgement, and she preferred clarity of mind. It was…it made her feel safe. She could be on guard. Glancing around sheepishly, the wallflower shifted in her high heeled shoes uncomfortably. In the bars, she had at the very least felt invisible. She couldn’t help but feel eyes on her now. It was unsettling. For the moment, she simply swayed in time with the music, watching the people pass by.

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The radiant redhead sauntered back into the building and found herself approaching the bar. It wasn’t every day she spent thousands on her appearance and she wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. Relieved that her annoying date was now out of the picture, she could finally lighten up a bit and enjoy herself. When the bartender asked her what she wanted, she honestly wasn’t sure what to order. Summer didn’t drink often and when she did she stuck with the familiarity of sweet wines and champagne. However, the young beauty was feeling a bit restless as she informed the bartender to surprise her. He sent an amused smile in her direction as he moved to prepare her drink. Most of the items that he used to were unfamiliar to Summer, but she simply smiled and thanked him for the glass that he say in front of her. It was a small glass and the liquid was dark and garnished with an orange peel. Not even bothering to ask what it was, she left him with a flirtatious smile and a generous tip.

As she make her way through the crowd, it wasn’t hard to miss the lovely giant that approached her. The woman towered over Summer, her skin almost appearing to glow like a character from a story book. She was dressed in a lovely gown that complimented her figure nicely. Providing a warm smile, Summer greeted her. “Yes! Of course, how have you been? It’s so good to see you again.” Glancing downward with an almost guilty expression, she couldn’t help but giggle at her question. “Well, he was just a bit more than I wanted to deal with this evening.” She explained vaguely, failing to mention how she had managed to trick him into the cab and evacuate it at the last moment to return to the event. “He hit the bar really hard, really fast.”

Speaking of which, she turned her attention back to the drink that she hadn’t even bothered to sip. Raising it to her lips she was quickly reminded of how much she didn’t drink. Whatever he had made her was curiously strong and burnt as it slide down her throat. She brought her hands to her red lips but it was hard to hide the obvious dislike on her face. Still, she didn’t want to seem rude and take it back to the bar after he had made it specifically for her. Maybe once the ice cubes melted it wouldn’t taste so strongly.

Her attention turned to the stage as the band began to play. Summer’s bright green eyes quickly fell on the man that sat perched near the front of the stage. Recognizing him almost instantly, her mouth fell open slightly as his name popped into her head. “Oh my goodness, I know him! The musician.” She said, mostly thinking aloud. The last time they had crossed paths, he had actually punched someone in the face for her. A smile crept onto her lips when she remembered who the victim in that situation was, Edward. This night was quickly becoming much more interesting.

As if the event wasn’t already picking up, both she and Starfire seemed to get a good amount of attention from those surrounding them. Of course, the young reporter couldn’t help but feel second best next toward the gorgeous, glowing model, there was still a surge of self-confidence. No one seemed brave enough to approach the pretty pair until one – who summer had learned didn’t exactly take no for an answer. Her smile widened as he joined them. “Always so quick to put a glass in my hand,” She teased. “It’s lovely to see you again, Mr. Dahlmaine.” His offer was too good to refuse, but her gaze lingered on the man who continued to sing on the stage. “Would we still be able to watch the performance? I’m hoping to catch that musician when he’s finished playing.” She didn’t bother going into details as of why, but Summer felt like she owed him a ‘thank you’ at the least. He had been so quickly ushered out of the event that she was unable to say anything to him.

Summer loved the attention, and it seemed to be growing with each passing second. Ditching her date had certainly proven to be a good idea considering this turn of events. So caught up in the group that had surrounded her, the young redhead quickly became obvious to others in attendance – at least, for now.

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notes: Sorry, not much Blair <3 Summer is super conceited.

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

It hadn’t been hard to spot the young reporter, even had Kory trailed her mere foot steps behind as both entered the venue. With Summer’s own cascade of red curls and the big beautiful eyes as Roy has mentioned on more than one occasion. Kory would easily spot her in a crowd, that and Kory was always one to find a friend. If she couldn’t, then she’d potentially make one. Not that everyone was as inviting as she may have hoped, even expected when she’d first arrived on this planet… Even as the tamaranean stepped into the venue, she wasn’t without attention. The eyes, she was so use to it, when she had been on Tamaran it had been all positive. Love. Devotion. She was the future queen. Now, some eyes were perhaps looking positive, but there were many envious. Negative. Seeing beauty and many just seeing an alien. A freak. An intruder of their world. Not one of them with the stamina to come to her, introduce themselves and actually judge her for who she was. Just simply judging her for what she was. Thus she more or less didn’t batter an eye and did not cater to the attention. She was what she was and loved her skin. It was the only one she had. Besides her attention was catering to Summer. Someone Kory certainly could spend more time with. Despite warnings from other friends about reporters. Summer seemed nice and accommodating. Kory had no reason to judge her otherwise. Particularly greeting her with such a beautiful grin, it was hard not to offer her own in response and leant in with the welcoming pecks to the cheeks. Not entirely touching, Kory could hardly understand why, but she was always open for a hug.

”I am wonderful, far better than I have been… How about you? You look stunning, if it isn’t obvious!”

With an up beat tone to her voice, Kory delightfully responded regarding her well being, mostly reply to how she was feeling right now. After all she lived in the moment, she felt what she felt now and right there was quells. Though she did mention vaguely, hinting at her slight unwell being previously, thus feeling her freedom now made everything now, just that bit more wonderful. Kindly asking Summer in return, half feeling she probably would know if she kept up to date with reporting, but suppose it wasn’t so much a reporter’s job to report about themselves. Kory really had little clue. Even though Kory could be face to face with the media, it was often still quite alien to her and modelling in front of a camera wasn’t exactly hard. It offered good cash though, which helped her to maintain a living on this planet. Made her feel a little bit more apart of this planet, than had she just coasted through it. Commenting on how radiant Summer was, wasn’t hard and Kory hardly meant just the dress. Looking Summer in the eyes. Before watching as Summer looked down. The slight gaze of guilt. Kory hardly needed to see it feel it, he wasn’t the one. She’d never understand the human way of going with the one for right now.

”He isn’t the one…! Oh, no… Did he have to go to the hospital, is he ok?”

Kory commented, observing least what she was picking up from Summer’s emotions. If he had been the one, then Summer wouldn’t be here alone, Kory was sure of that… Though Kory’s face showed concern when Summer mentioned he had hit the bar, Kory reacted in the way had Summer meant literally. Kory’s eyes half glanced at the bar, she couldn’t imagine that being a smooth landing. Not that she’d overly know much about that, but she wasn’t completely immune to everything… Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, had Summer hadn’t gone with him. Kory half rattle over, not that it was overly her business, she sometimes unknowingly nosy, but it seemed at least both women were going solo tonight. Dick was at work, he may or may not show. Kory didn’t exactly depend on it, but she certainly thought about him… It didn’t stop her from having a little fun… Well, mostly. As Kory watched Summer sipping at her drink and didn’t appear she had much enjoyment from it. Kory almost tempted to offer to take it and get rid of it for her, but as Summer’s attention seemed taken all of a sudden. When her mother fell open and thought out loudly. It took Kory’s own attention, as her own green eyes motioned to where and whom Summer was speaking about… Ah… Of course. As Kory smiled brightly. Knowingly.

”From the way he has spoken about you, I would hope so!”

Thinking out loudly herself, Kory responded with a kind playful smile. Not that Summer probably knew Roy was Kory’s roommate. She’d probably would soon, as Kory watched Roy upon the stage somewhat behind Summer’s shoulder. She was thoroughly awaiting for Roy’s performance, it was half reason Kory had even come. Not that Roy suffered from lack of confidence, but sure it would be nice to see a friendly face in the crowd. Though, Kory wouldn’t be the only one it would seem… Momentarily Kory did note how handsome Roy was looking in his suit. Not that it mattered greatly what he wore, Kory had seen enough angles to last a lifetime. She hardly paid any attention to whatever attention was looked towards them, but surely she didn’t wish Summer to feel any less than she deserved simply because she was here. Kory had no care for the limelight, she simply cared to make friends. She enjoyed the company and just when she could just assume it was the two. A gentleman approached, sure it wasn’t exactly the gentleman she may wished, but he was familiar… As Kory watched the gentleman greet Summer and heard the french accent. She recalled who he was. Her sweet nature grew into a bright smile as he turned his attention and greeted her as well. Kory kindly responded. Offering a kiss upon each cheek, she was sure she had done that correctly. She half giggled as he mentioned her ‘last’ name. Ms?

”Greetings, Marc. It is most wonderful to see you… Please, feel free to call me Kory or Starfire… How did you two meet?”

Her voiced swelled with her infectious bubbly nature as she greeted and spoke to Marc. The gentleman from the romantic country as the box office would often suggest and with her own accounts when topping it, it certainly had a touch of love. Plus, great food. She loved French food, as her mind half dreamed of snails, as she offered Marc to call her Kory, most of her friends called her that, but she was well known as Starfire as well. She curiously asked the nature of their friendship, as she happily noticed the friendly demeanour between Marc and Summer. Perhaps he was more the one, as Kory half noticed the gleam at Summer’s cheeks. Kory brushed a subtle smile as Marc offered a glass, her hand took it, though at the mention he could obtain his own personal make, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to try this one? Why tease? Not that Kory honestly knew much about Wine. Champagne, but sure she was a little more interested in trying something a little more homemade. Potentially from the heart. More or less tipping the champagne out, somewhere behind her. Causing a slight commotion to a gentlemen she may have spilled it upon, hearing the faint curse of alien and well not overly kind words after that, but she didn’t exactly know what that meant. With the slightly brush of her cheeks, she offered a kind apology, not that made her kind really any less appealing to some. For some still just saw black or white. Let alone orange.

”I would certainly love to try your family’s champagne, please… If its not too much trouble to obtain a bottle?”

Kory kindly asked Marc, as she handed him back her empty glass. She was honestly curious. Not that she meant any disrespect with tipping the glass out, she wasn’t exactly conventional when it came to these shindigs. A half smile came at the mentioning of obtaining a private table, but her attention then taken as Summer spoke. Followed her gaze back again to the stage, with the music. The instruments of Roy and his band already in motion. There was that sensual feeling that could cause you to sway at the hips. He was sure talented past a bow and a quiver. Catch him? Kory half paused as she half imagined Summer with a net in hand and somehow honestly she wasn’t entirely sure Roy would be against that… Then again she full well he was crafty to get out almost anything, she once cause him get himself out of cuffs with a penny. A penny. If she hadn’t seen it, she wouldn’t of believed it. With a slightly pause to think at the idea of a table and Summer’s desire to watch the performance, whilst Kory herself was hoping maybe for a chance to dance. She may have a solution.

”There is a table reserved for the band, we can use… Its somewhat aside from the others, but its also near the stage… We can also hit the dance floor, if we so desire. I know I do!”

Kory offered with a giving smile, well more Roy had offered it up to Kory, clearly the table set aside for the band was currently unoccupied whilst they were on stage. Though potentially there maybe a friend or maybe even a girlfriend of other band members at the table, but it was certainly private. Somewhat on the side from the other tables, but a very good up, close view of the stage. Plus, no doubt Summer would be able to easily catch up with Roy after… Kory was surprised by the sounds, Roy hadn’t given Summer his digits. Whilst Kory was feeling like dancing, she was of course feeling for the need for the company of friends even more. Though she was sure she would find a way to escape and dance eventually if no one joined her. It hardly seemed right to sit there and listen, when she could be within the music. It was definitely good music after all.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

With a voice that was filling the room in melodies and strings. Even a beat of a drum. Roy was deeper in the venue. Deeper among the many faces of the evening, as he had taken centre stage with his band. Already midst in a song, that he felt with every beat of his strings and every cord of his vocals. Sure to many he was an archer, but he was on another side, a musician. An overly good one? Well, that made to be seen. With the vibe he was already getting from the crowd, he certainly could be doing a lot worse. Whether it was his vocals, the instruments or his natural charisma. He felt at home. Lets not mistake he could also feel at home with a weapon or two in his hands, but could you honestly think a microphone wasn’t in someway a weapon? Hmmm, not that Roy hadn’t thought it literally, he sure was gifted in making anything pretty much into a weapon, but for now it was simply a weapon of sound. Not in the canary cry scenario. One would hope not!

~That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave!~

There maybe that slight wonder as Roy sang very much within. Whom exactly he was sining about or even too, he had a lifetime filled with so, there was any number of solutions. Though, anyone could perhaps imagine it was them, he sang for the connection of the crowd, every crowd would be different, but it wasn’t with out hope. No matter what their status was. That was the beauty of music, it could bridge so much… There were already a few bodies swaying along upon the centred dance floor before the stage, but there were also plenty still observing at the tables. That was expected to change, as the songs flowed through. The key was to make their hearts swell, even the ones that lacked a heart… If anything in the end, just enjoy being on stage, making music, it really be as simple as that. As Roy flowed through the lyrics and melodies until the bitter sweet end of the song. The weight still had that lingering feeling upon his chest and feeling in the vibe. The band keys slightly shifted in a natural way, as they flowed for the change to the next coming song. A gentle applause was offered from the crowd. ”Thank-you!" Roy responded and took a moment to take his guitar off his shoulders. Placing it momentarily for the a time being on a guitar stand not that far behind him. In reach for when he needed it. With a sway to the beats of music. ”A one, two. A three, four!" Roy then counted the beats to change into the starting beats of the next song. ”This song is called The Sun!" Roy shortly declared, before he claimed his space at the mic stand, exposed for the time being without his guitar and his voice flowed into the starting lyrics. Shortly after pulling the mic free from the stand and Roy moved across the stage freely. Feeling the music. Feeling the crowd. Singing to the crowd.

~After school
Walking home
Fresh dirt under my fingernails
And I can smell hot asphalt
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
And I cannot remember
What life was like through photographs
Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past ~

~And sometimes it's a sad song...~

Still as Roy looked through the crowd. The dance floor. The tables, there were so many faces he didn’t entirely know, but here. There, he could realise that some were familiar. The crowds were mostly a different sort at his gigs and it appeared some may have trailed to watch his band perform, noting a few familiar faces. As they had etched not that far from the stage on the dance floor. Roy happily acknowledge them with a smile. A look to potentially flutter the bloodstream. Some faces Roy could almost bet had known him once when he was a ‘rich’ kid of Oliver’s, surely most were quick to forget him by now. Oh, how Roy had a lifetime to sing about, this was only a short cut of it, but deep with in roots of first loves and the many twists and turns it had taken him. Dealing with becoming a man along side becoming a hero… Whilst he was stuck into the song. The music, his eyes escaped, feeling the room. Looking here and there at faces. He did take a moment to catch the sight of cascade of red heads. Both quite beautiful in their own way like the sun. Perhaps Summer hadn’t been so quick to runaway. He could almost smile, maybe it even showed or was it the music sensation? Maybe both!

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[Marc Dahlmaine]

Marc's eyes lit and he had to let out a guffaw. "We swap instead." The drink she did have in her hand was clearly a scotch blend with a few other spirits. Glancing at the bartender, he wondered why the man would make such a strong drink for a petite woman. "Of course. I know the man as well. And Ms. Anders, too." It would be nice to run into Roy again. The man was not cut of the same cloth of his generation. Having experienced life to the fullest, he was well aware of how one could enjoy it as well as get burned.

And Kory. She was something else. As he embraced her and was greeted in the way most of his own people did, he had to grin at her as well. "Kory it shall be. Starfire even better." Considering he was rather unaware by choice of all the superheroine and cape business, he did raise a brow at the second moniker. Then again for such a bland evening so far he had gained much in such a short time. Glancing down to Summer he smiled between both women.

"I accompanied her to another event that she so graciously invited me to on one of my newer days in Gotham." He had to laugh, again heartily at the memories of the garden party. "Perhaps after Roy's entertaining, I may sneak away to my own accommodations and bring back a bottle, or two." He hinted. "I have many cases of my family's wares with me here, other vintages available within days if need be." Exchanging flute for another empty glass, he was quite fond of both exchanges between the women. To supply them with proper drinks, rather than what they had been imbibing.

As his own luck had it, which he attributed not only to the music, but to the women beside him a waiter offered to take both his empties, and offer him a fresh flute from the precariously balanced tray in his hand. "Thank you." He returned, sipping as he turned to watch Kory once more. "If Ms. Gleeson wouldn't mind, I do know I would like to get closer to the stage." The closer to the music, the less distraction by the other attendees. "Ha. I was unawares you dance, Starfire!" He teased her, stretching out a hand to encourage her to lead the way. "The more, the merrier, they say, no?" As Roy started his set, his choice in wanting to be closer to the stage was solidified easily.

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Summer took a careful sip of her drink. The substance was quick to go to her head and the last thing that the young reporter needed at such an event was to trip over her own words. No, Summer was often the composed one in such situations. She rarely let loose and often when she did it usually had something to do with Selina Kyle and her silver tongue. And with the recent events circling the reporter, the last thing she needed was to lose her wits and then find herself in a chaotic situation. Now, she was simply eager for a good conversation and an enjoyable time with her intoxicated date out of the picture. She didn’t want to leave with anyone, she just wanted to have a good time.

As Kory complimented her appearance, the smile continued to pull at the corners of her mouth. From the looks she was receiving and the collection of individuals that had approached her throughout the night – her confidence was currently through the roof. She would have to reach out to this designer for her next big event. However, she didn’t just vainly soak up the compliment. “Thank you,” She began, “But how does one even attempt to compare to a vision like yourself.” Kory was stunning. The model was toned, beautiful and towered over anyone in the room.

Summer glanced back up at the stage, her eyes lingering on the man who had saved her from quite a few of the troubling situations that seemed to follow her. “He’s mentioned me before?” The redhead asked, her interest seized as she moved to inquire more. “What kind of things has he said?” It would be very interesting to talk to him again, she was looking forward to it. She almost felt guilty for not doing something sooner. After all, he had been escorted from one of the most note-worthy events Gotham had experienced in years.

Handing her drink to Marc, she graciously accepted the lighter option. “I would be more than happy to trade. If I finished that drink you’d all be seeing a very different side to Summer Gleeson.” She teased, even though the drink wouldn’t have impaired her too much, it wouldn’t take much with the amount she has already consumed. She allowed Marc to answer Kory’s question, nodding near the end. Her eyes still drifted back to Roy, both trying to remain engaged in the conversation as well as pick up on some of the beautiful lyrics.

“That sounds lovely,” She finally spoke up, turning her gaze back to the group. “I’ll follow you.” She said with a smile as she prepared to relocate with the rest of the group.


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[Kory Anders - Starfire]

The music soaring through the room and the many rich folk of Gotham filling the room. It was certainly a high night, hopefully a very good one for charity, that was always plus. It perhaps wasn’t the kind of place to let loose in, which perhaps least in the past wouldn’t have exactly stopped Kory. She very much liked to let loose, but not exactly in a traditional human way. She was a tamaranean always at heart and generally joy was what drove it. That added that little extra glow to her growing smile… Of course being in the company of Summer now, someone Kory deemed a kind person, with what was it that Roy said. A fiery spirit…. Hmmm, perhaps the hair helped… Kory was delighted at Summer’s response, to what had been a compliment, but it had also been very much the truth. Being tamaranean also meant she very honest and hardly if ever lied. Kory’s cheeks then glowed a slightly brighter gold as Summer in her way, complimented Kory…

”Gratitudes… I can assure I’m real, this isn’t a mirage… I wouldn’t worry about comparisons, you are you and thats what makes you beautiful. “

With a gratitude smile, Kory then pinched her own arm, just to prove she wasn’t a vision and that she was very much here. Though suppose that was one of those human sayings, that wasn’t exactly meant to be taken so literally. Kory was confident that Summer didn’t need to compare to Kory, not just because one was a human and one wasn’t. Summer was very much Summer. There didn’t seem a good reason to change that…. Hmmm, suppose he wash’t so bad to look at either. As her eyes had followed Summer’s eyes to the stage. It certainly was interesting as Kory was used to seeing him so far under dressed, she could almost forget he could also clean up very nicely and pull off a very nice suit, hmmm maybe with or without the pun. Kory could almost roll her eyes playfully. He was Roy after all.

”Yes… Quite a few times. You often frequent our TV, with that rather charming fella beside you… Oh, many kind things… Roy, was certainly right about your eyes…!”

This was something Roy hadn’t wished Kory to have exactly about, though he’d never really said not too and well Kory really wasn’t much one to hold back. Though she didn’t mean to make him sound slightly obsessed, cos she was sure he had enough addiction problems. So Kory didn’t exactly feel the need to list what Roy had said, it really feel like her place, but even as she could begin to mention a little… They were met with the company of Marc and drinks. That were not his, but it was seemingly very kind of him to swap drinks with Summer. Kory happily smiled, even somewhat of a smirk. As it was hardly surprising. Many people seemed to know Roy… Even people this room probably would have known of him once before, but once he had been cut from his ‘trust’ fund… How was it Roy put it? A nobody now. Sensually, somehow Kory was sure he’d definitely prove them wrong. Her eyes beamed a little as Marc played with her name, both names. It was surprisingly how humans seemed more comfortable with Starfire. Or, more than comfortable going by Marc’s response.

”You like women in suits? I have mine tucked away with me!”

Playfully Kory asked in response, light teasing. Not exactly in an overly flirting way, given she had a boyfriend, suits, no suits it was one in the same for them. With a subtle wink, she wasn’t about to reveal where her suit was, but it generally was always with her if it was on her… Suppose the purple in her dress was a subtle nod to it, but then she did also very just liked the colour. It just also happened to suit her well. Her features softened, yet remained quite joyful as Marc then went on about they had spent their previous times together. Partying of course, well far more loose than this party… A different kind of fun… Suppose it was also good to know Marc had a good memory and not just with cards… Kory wasn’t too sure where he was gonna go with, when he said he would sneak away. She was almost about to say why, before stated why and that he planned to come back…

”Where are your accommodations? Maybe I can help… Wine and champagne, are romantic beverages humans often share, correct? Would you have any for purchase? Maybe I could also take one home with me…”

Naturally Kory asked with her curiosity, half wondering why she hadn’t known where Marc lived in the first place. She most certainly would have gone visiting. As perhaps maybe hinted in her offer to help him, but it was mostly to genuinely help him. She could offer him her flight to help and well, ok… Yes, she was partially interested to see his shindig as Dick would say or well used to say, before he left Batman. To which, with Dick on the brain, did make Kory wonder if wine or champagne was something he might enjoy. Least once in a black and blue moon… Between the romantic toys with her cotton candy machine… It was probably almost time she got a new one… Kory did giggle little at Summer’s comments on the potential different side to her, though Kory wasn’t entirely sure why that was a bad thing… Unless it was like Roy’s different side well his other different different side. Kory just couldn’t see Summer any less than her charming self and her hair let loose. It really didn’t sound so bad… Wild Summer, had somewhat a ring to it… Hmmm, so did Hot Summer… Kory smiled happily as both seemed to keen to get closer to the stage and take up on her offer on the table… Her smile turned into a smirk as Marc teased her as a dancer, as she happily moved to lead the way.

”Follow me… Well, I don’t know if I’m exactly a good dancer. It wasn’t really a tradition on my planet, well least nothing like the way you humans dance, thats for sure… But, since my arrival, I have come quite fond and dance quite frequently. Much to the delight of Dick sometimes. I often mess up the bed, before he even has a chance… He on the other hand, is a very good dancer… It certainly makes me merrier!”

It wasn’t a overly long way to walk, just a little bit of weaving through the crowded people. As Kory responded in relation to her joy of dancing, not necessarily being good at it, but it was certainly something fun to do it… She least was unlikely to step on toes as when she’s first started and Dick suffered a couple crushed toes, Kory had taken some private lessons to improve, not that Dick was overly thrilled with that either… With a subtle bubbly giggle, she could confidently admit Dick was a good dancer, he was an acrobatic, so perhaps it was natural… Kory offered a delightful smile as they reached the assigned table. More was always better, well particularly with the friendly kind of course… It would appear they had the table to themselves, other friends or girlfriends were perhaps already dancing. Kory was almost sure she had spotted Pam… Though then of course she more pointedly spotted Roy, as took one of the seats at the table and offered a friendly wave. Feeling the music, particularly the song, it was certainly one of her favourites. It was called The sun, what was not to like?

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

With so many and yet so few places Roy could escape. If it wasn’t in fighting crime, it was in music. Creating music. Playing music. If it hadn’t been plain to see thus far, Roy sometimes wasn’t so good at saving himself as he may be at saving or helping others. He didn’t want or need anyone worrying about him, pretty much every stage in his life since his birth he ended up alone. Generally he’d just push troubles aside until they built and built, well basically until he broke open a bottle. Not the healthiest option, but putting his troubles. His thoughts into music, was… Even with a richer bunch like this audience. There was still perhaps some being somewhat disinterested, but many certainly reacted positively. Whether or not Roy had any little butterflies, he certainly didn’t show it. He never had. He was on that stage and singing with his band, as if he was meant to be there. Playing a song he was very familiar and certainly got his vocal cords, down to his heart feeling every beat. Where many of his songs had sprung from the first love in his life, it was about so much more now… If anything. Lessons learned. Moving through the first verse and soon picked up through the chorus, as Roy had spotted the familiar faces. Whilst he made point of eye contact, he didn’t stare. Just cruised through the beats and the vibe. Well into the song, by the time Marc, Summer and along with Kory had approached the table close to the stage. There was certainly a noted gaze to all three at the closer distance and certainly Kory’s subtle wave, wasn’t all that subtle. Nor hard to miss. The music. The song had flowed into an instrumental break. To which then Roy had offered a playful Roy smirk and perhaps his own subtle wave. Before turning his attention and momentarily his back to the crowd, to pick up his guitar. Pulling that over his head and rested his baby upon his shoulder. Safely in his arms. Adding his own cords to the instrumental, before removing his hands from his guitar and just let his vocals move softly through the bridge.

~The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on~

His vocals felt every weight of the words and beats. As his eyes shut here and there, he had drawn to far from the crowd. Though the feeling at the weight, was potentially felt throughout the room, as if what Roy sang. He not only meant it, he had lived it and he most certainly had. That was something the crowd was potentially feeling, the intimacy. It was subtle. So very subtle. His vocals picked up as he went on and on into the chorus. At that moment, Roy’s hands were back at the strings of his guitar. He was maybe no Jagger, but he certainly felt one with his instrument. Picking up the rhythm and cords of the song. Just that enough to pick up the sway of the crowd.

~But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have
Gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battles almost won
And we're only several miles...
She said the battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun!~

Moving through towards the end, with guitar rifts. It was beautiful. Making every bit count, as the band was beautifully in zinc. Roy didn’t need to throw much of his vocals in, as the music very much spoke for itself until the very end. As struck for the last long cords of his guitar. Perhaps later on, Roy could pick apart little bits and pieces, but overall it was definitely going very well so far. Roy could feel the faint dots of sweat on his forehead between the high energy and the lights, but it certainly didn’t bother him. If anything, it drove him forward. Few would probably call him hard working, but he couldn’t be faulted on his passion. Sometimes, passion could go along way. Even if he could convince a room for moment, it was sure as hell worth it… As the song did officially come to an end, there wasn’t much of a break, if there was, it was barely noticeable. As the band swiftly kicked the music into the next song. With the more up beat melody, it needed little time to wait and not really any introduction. Least not any than, Roy simply lending vocals to the lyrics. Somewhat seductive. Somewhat suggestive. Filled with emotion. Even if it wasn’t hot off the radio, it was hot enough to get the crowd dancing a little more intently.

~All alone in my room, think of you at a rate that is truly alarming
I keep looping my memories of you in my head, I pretend that you want me
And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities
And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me

And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call, what do I do?
And I can't stop thinking about your love~

Even Roy lent with the sway of his hips, as he played his guitar. Further and further he was sinking into the comfortable jive of the performance. It was kinda almost like that cruising trip on weed, not that Roy knew too much about that. Even if he did, this was so far better. It was natural and it was raw. It was even fun, but then the song was suppose to be. At least playful, given it wasn’t such a stretch to what Roy had actually felt several times. Gone through even more multiple times. Ladies had a way of complicating things, not just physically, but mentally. Roy could hardly want it any other way, as it certainly didn’t stop him from trying. If anything it made him driven. More aware. As his brown eyes moved through the many faces in the crowd as they danced to the music and even pointedly looked to the more familiar faces closer to the stage.

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Music - Can't Stop [Live n Original]

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[Marc Dahlmaine]

Following the two women happily, he had to laugh at Ms. Anders. Kory. She was a delight, and the man she called Dick was lucky to have her. Stopping to listen to the music at the table, it was if everything around him melted away as he listened to the man's artistry, weaving a world of emotion with not only his voice but his musicality at his instrument and the composure with his fellow bandmates. The song jarred something deep within his own chest, something he had thought was lost years ago.

Gripping the champagne flute he almost broke it. Instead he finished the last of it in one gulp, blinking once the song neatly blended into the next. Roy-this Roy he was seeing now was much more refined than the guitarist he had chatted with weeks prior. Still the same man, just clad in a different hat. Or suit, this seemed to be. Slap a properly fitted garment to most bodies and it would improve it tenfold. That was a lesson he had learned at a young, young age.

Turning to Kory, he winked at her. "I'm actually only about a block away. Give me your address, and I'll make sure to send a case to your home. But it will take me fifteen minutes tops to get to my 'home' for now. I have a car on standby for the evening and I'd like to have a moment to chose a selection for tonight's...festivities.I'm renting an apartment while my flat is being renovated at the Liberta del Mar." He didn't want to brag, or even explain how he had come into owning the beautiful building that not only housed several restaurants, hotel, and meeting spaces, while also hosting the prior Metropham Gala. Even it if was a humorous story.

While he had a good mind of what he would grab for the women, and himself, perhaps an afterparty's indulgence, he wanted to see how they would like those selected before sending a better choice onward to their homes. And if any excuse would allow him to collect his thoughts a bit more out of the crush of the party.

With a kiss first to Kory's cheek, and then to Summer's, he excused himself to his car, making his way through the people to where it was waiting. The driver was cordial and to the point, opening the door for him to slide into the back, as well as closing it in an economy of movement. They were to his own home in minutes, where he swiftly made his way through the main entrance and up the elevator in what seemed like record time to him.

With his key in the door, he left it there, knowing it would be secure while he went to the wine cellar that was included in his temporary lodgings. Grabbing two bottles of his family's own champagne, he set them beside him on the floor where he crouched. Pulling out one bottle and putting it back, he settled on another light Rose, and another sweeter dessert wine, as well as a nice aged red. He had a padded bag he had used in prior demonstrations in which he slid each bottle into, before checking the digital temperature on the door and closing it. A sweeping look around his living quarters and he was out the door once more, keys turned into the lock as he was down the elevator and back into the car, en-route to the party once more in less than twenty-five minutes, even with the few traffic lights.

Once back at the party, now with his leather bag at his side, he made his way back to the table, a wide grin on his face.

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The redheaded model before her was a sweet woman, bouncing back compliments toward the reporter as they conversed. These statements seemed almost automatic for Summer, though all rang true when linked to Kory. “Well, thank you again.” Summer said with the same smile, “Though I couldn’t help but think a pair of legs like yours would help.” She teased playfully. While she did have nice legs herself, they were not nearly as long as she might like, bringing her to a rather short 5’4’’. Even the addition of a mere two inches might appease the picky reporter, however Kory had legs that went on for days, allowing her to tower over anyone in the room. A peel of laughter flew from her lips as the woman pinched herself to insure she was not a mirage.

Summer followed as they moved to a more intimate setting. “You’ll certainly have to model some of the traditional dances from your home for me! I would love to see them. Actually, that would make an amazing piece on my show.” The reporter thought aloud. Surely there were many unique customs from her planet that would fascinate her viewers.

Much like she hoped, she could still see the stage – if not better from where they now sat. She smoothed her dress as she sat down, moving toward the center of the booth. When Marc moved to leave temporarily, she wished him a safe trip regardless of how brief it was and turned her attention back to Kory so that they may continue their conversation.

As the topic returned to the handsome young man who continued to grace the stage, Summer couldn’t help but soak in the fact that he thought so fondly about her. Summer forced smile not to twitch when the woman mentioned her infuriating co-host, for no one seemed to know about their friendly feud once the cameras stopped rolling. While there were many things she could say to discredit the charming quality most felt Ryder possessed, she refrained. “My eyes?” Summer questioned, though she could partly assume where about this was going. “I’m flattered that a woman as reputable and busy as yourself watches my show!” Or, at least one of them it seemed.

Smiling as the song seemed to pick up in tempo, a flock of women seemed to collect at the stage before Roy. “Maybe we should all take bets on which one is the first to beeline for him when he exits the stage?” Summer teased and gestured briefly to the woman, taking a subtle jab at the group that seemed so eager for his attention. While Summer secretly herself was hoping she might snag a his time as well, she wasn’t desperate for it. However, she would not leave the venue without the proper ‘thank you’ for her rescue.

As Marc returned, she caught his gaze as he returned toward him with a expensive-looking leather bag. “Oh my, Miss Anders, do you see that smile? He looks like he is up to no good.” She jested, taking the final sip of the bubbly substance that remained in the bottom of her flute and setting it aside. “Welcome back, Mr. Dahlmaine. We’ve started people watching without you.” The redhead said lightly, wrinkling her nose as the smile continued to pull at the corners of her mouth.


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[Kory Anders - Starfire]

Kindness as they say was a virtue, despite some who may question Kory’s virtue, she was very much within the lapping of kindness. Giving it was easy and for sure would soak it up with no hesitation. Honesty. Positive. Kindness. Joy. They were certainly things to live by. As was Strength. Bravery and everything that went into making a warrior. Not that it maybe so easy to tell with the tamaranean in full length gown. Practically looking near human, if it wasn’t for the extra gold to her skin or the full green eyes. Kory really didn’t pay any attention to any near negativity. She was what she was and she by all means taken by Summer. An extra glow came to her cheeks. Smiling in response to Summer’s gratitudes. It was certainly no lie, Summer was certainly a lovely woman in so many aspects and if anyone knew anything about Kory, she doesn’t lie… There was a slight raise in her brow, as Summer then mentioned Kory’s legs. Her pair of legs? That were generally well hidden at the time. As Kory naturally looked down.

”Sure, they get me from place to place… I don’t see how that makes them unique? Do you not have a pair of legs?”

Suppose, Summer meant more than as Kory spoke. With a subtle confused look upon Kory’s face, there was also a subtle playful smile as she questioned Summer’s legs. Possibly also playing with the human language. Kory hardly ever used her legs for anything than for proper function and in some functions she only cared the attention of one person. Much to the belief of the many people of Gotham, as she often flew through the city, with much of her legs exposed… With her legs now, they certainly helped Kory get to the more intimate setting, the table closest to the stage. Not so close to the speakers, that the ears wouldn’t ring and they could still hear each other speak. Enough that Kory could pick up, Summer’s curiosity about tamaranean dancing. A warm joyful smile came on her lips.

”I spent most of my life away… I can try with what I remember… Most of it was freestyle and filled with emotion. Not restricted to just the ground by any means…”

Whilst Kory didn’t go into great deal of detail, she did still share the fact she really hadn’t spent a great deal of her life on her own planet. She left at a young age to train with the warlords and shortly after that she was taken. Made a slave for the next six to ten years. Almost a decade of her life stolen, before she broke free and found Earth. It was probably easier to say, she’d spent more of her life on Earth, then Tamaran at this point. That notion could sometimes make her sad, a little home sick, but she could quickly. Easily be reminded of all the good she had found on Earth. It was a beautiful place to call home… So her knowledge of tamaranean dancing, was really from what she did see. Experience, like in most aspects of a tamaranean’s life, it was filled with emotion. Flight. As Kory’s eyes looked to the ceiling, deducting this probably wasn’t the best venue… It was probably best to just stick to something a little more human. For now at least. Besides, there was no need to potentially upstage Roy. Kory was happy to be just in the company of Marc and Summer. That was most delightful… Hmmm, as was Marc’s wink. Kory easily glowed extra gold on her cheeks. Her eyes then motioned to the exist. A block? So close. How had she not known? Well, she certainly knew now, as Kory grinned… Not that she randomly just show up at his balcony unannounced… He surely would have a pebble. There was a slight frowning, that Marc seemed insisting to go fetch his wine by himself, she would be very delightful to check his temporary shindig out… Though it was greatly lifted as he stated the estate Marc’s apartment that was currently being built was in.

”X’hal, you’re moving to Liberta del Mar? That place is magical… I did not know they did apartments? I’d sure love to visit them!”

Kory remarked, more than asked, as the noted with the slight widening of her green eyes. With strong suggestion she knew of the place. She had been there for the Gala, so whilst she saw plenty, obviously there had been plenty more she hadn’t seen. Wow, all she could picture is an apartment on a waterfall, how exciting. Blending into the rock face as if it was meant to be there. A little more surrounded by nature than the main city of Gotham, there was slight similarity to Tamaran…. Could be a possible contender for a new home, but it was a little far out of Bludhaven. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. Even if for just the view. Motioning to open her small bag that hung over her shoulder. Pulled out a small notepad and jotted out posting details. To then hand to Marc.

”Here are my details… A case certainly would be lovely, gratitudes…”

It could indeed be lovely, though Kory half expected she might need to hide this case. She was sure she could find a place Roy couldn’t reach, though she was confident with the steps he had taken now. It wouldn’t be a completely temptation and didn’t he always say wine wasn’t exactly his drink of choice… Then again, it could just be a lie. As Kory half eyed Roy on the stage. Still she was curious to try this wine. Particularly with Dick… Hmmm, maybe they could picnic… Maybe not whilst its winter and snowing. Unless she flies them south? Or to the tower. Victor’s simulations were top notch after all. Oh so true, she recalled that one trip to Venice in the tower. Now that was a thought, as Kory breathed a sigh… Recollecting her thoughts, as Marc broke through them with a kiss to her cheek. With a sweet innocent smile. Kory then returned with a kiss upon both his cheeks. Before a gentle wave. Her attention returned to Summer. Roy. As the music half encased the room, it wasn’t hard to notice.

”Indeed, they are very beautiful… Well, I can’t say I watch as frequently as Roy, but from time to time…”

Kory answered as Summer questioned about her eyes. Smiling softly, they were generous in size and even more beautiful in person… Though, she had to be honest, whilst she had certainly watched her show, she didn’t watched often or least not as often as maybe Roy. With free time often being sparse, Kory tended to use her free time outside, sunbathing or hanging out with friends, if not making friends. Sitting down and watching TV religiously, she just never got the hang of that. Unless of course she was with friends. Which certainly happen on a few occasions back when they were in the tower. Those were fun times. Just as Kory had turned to speak to Summer. Then the music ramped up in tempo and came shortly the flock of shrieking women. Women who were potentially feeling like they were sixteen again. It was kinda sweet and not really any different to the reactions they used to get as Teen Titans. Along with the excessive amount of fan mail. Kory laughed as Summer teased the bet on the women.

”I don’t know sounds a risky bet. Why not all at once?”

Bright green eyes laid playful upon the scene, as she gestured. It really was a gamble as to who might jump him once of stage. Why not all of them? Kory laughed softly, it wouldn’t be the first it and Roy was a fast enough runner. He would be used to this kind of attention, this was a great deal lighter of course. Possibly surprising, as Roy probably hadn’t expected much from this kind of venue. Crowd. Many whom would have known him as the former rich boy of Oliver Queen, gone broke. Generally as he said, would turn their nose and forget you. Suppose, all he really need was music to remind them. Kory motioned a little dancing on the spot to the music, mostly a little swaying. Bobbing the head and a little bounce. She didn’t get into it greatly, as soon Marc was returning with his treasures. Almost like Dr Jones, as Kory playfully eyes his bag, though suppose expensive Dr Jones. Kory lent a close ear to Summer’s jest, pointing out his smile and a not so good boy vibe. Kory raised an eye brow and curve to her own playful smile.

”It does look a little wicked… Maybe he went to Oz!”

Playfully Kory’s mind went, it would explain why he insisted on going alone. Giggling up soft laughter. Not genuinely believing he had a bad side, though suppose it was possible. She certainly hadn’t seen it… Least not yet. She was however curious to see what was in the bag. Wine, she was sure, but to what extent. She really didn’t know that much about wine, so it was certainly a lot to absorb. Maybe not literally, as it was probably best to keep her intake at some sort of minimum. You never know when a hero’s help is needed. Taking the glance as Summer drank what was left of her flute, preparing herself also for the wine? Eyes fluttering back to Marc as he approached the table. Summer welcoming him back. Kory happily smiled in regards to enjoying the band, though Marc had certainly not missed too much, that he couldn’t get to enjoying it with them… To that, Kory’s eyes then trailed curiously to the bag.

”So what’s in the bag?”