capeandcowllogs | I'll just live on in the Dark

WHO: Anyone heading to the Iceberg Lounge
WHERE: At a damn fine building downtown
WHEN: 12/12; Night
WARNINGS: Will be edited if necessary.
SUMMARY: Opening night!
FORMAT: Whatever you want! Tag yo'selves in!

Walking into the bar is like walking into a wide open room, but the dimmed lights never seem to be bright enough to catch every detail in one swoop. To the far right wall is the bar, and a long bar it is, with bartenders lining it spaced by about five feet or so in between. Nobody actually sits at the bar, of course. The bartenders are there to make drinks for the servers. While both the bartenders and server girls wear tuxedos, the women's are made for the intent to actually catch the eye, of course. Fishnets replace slacks, dressshirts cut much lower than necessary, and tophats on each woman's head. They grin, and flirt, and make their way, but the moment a hand drifts too far, there's the legion of bouncers who line the walls, watching for any infraction. The Penguin is, after all a chauvenist, but he is no pig.

The middle of the wide area is devoted to tables, an endless sea of white clothed tables, each one a unique and different ice sculpture in the center. Each one unique, lit from beneath with a light that lets an almost wet light radiate from each table.

And of course to the left is the stage, performers that never cease to move, or sing, or whatever is up for the next part of the night. Breaks between each are sparse, quick, and the music never becomes too loud. And the stage, it is lined with penguins. A bit of irony, perhaps, but Penguin wouldn't begrudge his prior career as a gotham rogue. Perhaps he even reveled in the reminder. Out there for everyone to see.

Regardless, there would be no grand plots or schemes tonight. Just a party.

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[ He tries to ignore him, or at least puts on airs, making Roman stand out there for a moment or two before finally waving him through with an airy gesture of his hand. When finally able to approach, though, Oswald was all slick smiles, and inviting gestures. ]

Roman, so good of you to join us tonight.

[Roman beams as he pulls out a chair across from Oswald.]

Swanky place you got here, Oswald. Very nice.

And I have you to thank for that, dear boy! Exemplary work convincing our good friend that there are greener pastures in other large cities.

[ He continues to puff away at his cigarette, but, coldly doesn't offer any to Roman. He's kind of a dick like that. ]

You're welcome.

[Roman ain't even mad. He removes a cigar from an inner jacket pocket and lights it before speaking.]

Expecting anything exciting tonight?

Oh, I'm sure there may be something or another that may catch the eye of the more adventurous. [ a chortling laugh while he ashes into the ashtray on the table, before sliding it politely in Roman's direction. ]

Nothing too exciting, I suspect.

[He uses the tray, then resumes puffing thoughtfully on the cigar, a smirk on his face.]

I couldn't possibly imagine what you mean.

Of course not! We're civilized gentlemen here, aren't we?

[ and he pours himself a glass of the bourbon on the table, tipping it toward another glass, but not pouring. A silent gesture. ]

[He smirks and helps himself to the bourbon, then raises the glass.]

The Porter does seem to have an affinity for Gotham's polite society. All we need now is Elliot and the paparazzi and the Gazette will be set.

[ He only grins ]

If only. Perhaps then they might have something interesting to report on for once. Have you seen the gossip rags? They're worse than in Gotham!

I recently saw that robot one from a little while back.

[A snicker.]

It's a sad state of affairs when Blake and Nygma are worth gossiping about.

Blake for certain. [ But man Roman don't mess with his bro. ]

Eddie's done well for himself, it seems. At least the interest in him may be warranted.

So it seems.

[He'll leave it at that, though his tone is skeptical.]

Have you been visited by any flying rodents yet?

[ And that question makes him grin. ]

Not a one! It's been so quiet, I've almost been jumping at shadows! [ such sarcasm ]

Maybe you'll get lucky at the after party.

Only lucky in some ways, dear boy, but I'm not the sort to kiss and tell.

[A chuckle and another sip of the brandy.]

You cheeky dog, Ozzie.

I do try, Roman. Perhaps you may even meet a special lady here, there are plenty to choose from, as long as they aren't one of my se3rving girls.

[ A laugh, but a threat hangs there in the air. ]

[He laughs as well, although the glint in his eye says it all: don't tempt me.]

I won't break any of your birds, Cobblepot. Don't get your feathers ruffled. After all, what kind of business relation would I be, were I to do that?

Indeed, that would be very inappropriate for business, wouldn't it? And you do know business, don't you?

[ He doesn't exactly back down, but the threat is gone. He wasn't about to test Roman, not so soon, and most certainly not with no reason. That would just draw ire he didn't need. ]

And tell me, what are you going to do in regards to business?

That I do.

[He puffs on his cigar for a moment, savoring the flavor.]

I'm still browsing, as it were.

[Translation: none of your business.]

Browsing, eh? In the middle of the holiday season? Ballsy.

[ And he laughs, and finally takes his own sip of his drink. ]

You might wish to hurry, before all the good industries are gobbled up. You never know who'll have a hand in what by the time you get going.

I call it taking advantage of the holiday cheer.

[He relaxes back in his chair, crossing an ankle over one knee.]

It's a good time of year to sample pies, don't you think?

Oh indeed! You never know what you might find if you get a little taste here and there. A hidden gem, hm?

[ An eyebrow lifts above his monocle, but he still remains leaned forward, bent over his drink. ]

The holidays are a good time to watch the numbers too, hm?

You know it as well as I do, Ozzie.

[He lifts the glass to his mouth.]

I have no intention of competing with you. I'd much rather have you as an ally than an enemy.

[Which is to say he will turn on Cobblepot the instant he ceases to be useful.]

Likewise, Roman.

[ Likewise. ]

Hopefully we can foster a mutually beneficial relationship, hm?

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