I'll just live on in the Dark

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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.

Comments

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[latexspectre]

[Laurie is on her second drink and her third cigarette. She's enjoying herself though. For now.]

[notadartboard]

[now there's a sight to behold! Here comes the pirate cook]

Miss Laurie! I had no idea I'd run into you, here...

[latexspectre]

Sanji! How nice to see you!

[She gives him a broad smile, setting her drink down to wave him over.]

[notadartboard]

[sidling right on up] ...oh, you already have one. I was going to offer to buy you a drink. Ah well. How are you, my dear?

[latexspectre]

I've had a few. [She gives a sheepish laugh.] Next one should be my last. I don't want to start any fights.

[notadartboard]

You? Aw, I'm sure you'll be safe enough. Still, a lady's wish is my command.

[latexspectre]

I have to warn you, I'm a very mean drunk. [She's looking pleasant though, finishing off the last of her scotch.] And I can throw a pretty mean punch.

[notadartboard]

Ohh I'm sure I've dealt with meaner. I'm pretty resiliant, though, so just in case. I can take a punch or two. [with a little chuckle, trying to be all suave]

[latexspectre]

Then I'll put you in charge of making sure I don't hurt anyone. [She laughs brightly, smile a bit devious. No need to throw in the towel just yet, now that she's found a friend to make sure she doesn't make a total mess of herself. Another drink or two won't hurt...] Now, if you get this round, I'll get the next...?

[notadartboard]

Now that sounds like a sure plan. [and thus, he leans up against the bar to flag down the bartender. And get closer to her]

[latexspectre]

Excellent. I'm drinking scotch. And you?

[notadartboard]

I had a glass of wine but I think it's a good time for whiskey.

[and in no time at all there are two drinks for them. He hands her the scotch and raises his glass] ...to getting out and seeing people~.

[latexspectre]

[She raises her glass to his, laughing brightly. It's the most honest laugh she's had in weeks.]

Here, here. Cheers!

[She takes a drink, wrinkles her nose.]

I can't believe it's December again. I can't believe it's almost Christmas.

[notadartboard]

I know. Time really flies. [a little sigh] Can you believe I've been here two years, now? Two very long years.

[latexspectre]

Two years? I can't imagine being here so long. [Except she can, and it frustrates her.]

[notadartboard]

Neither could I, but there you have it. You've been able to go home for a while, though, at least.

[latexspectre]

That's right. I think I'm luckier than most in that case.

[notadartboard]

Quite lucky. [with another tip of his glass toward her] That is, if home is a nice place to be, of course.

[latexspectre]

Home's alright, I guess. [She doesn't seem very enthusiastic.] This place is more exciting though.

[notadartboard]

[a small chuckle] So, the attacking hordes of demon-spawn or zombies or robots or whatever it is next month is more your style than just sitting back and relaxing?

[latexspectre]

[She chuckles too.] I've been sitting around relaxing for eight years back home. Here I've got a job and friends of my own. I have a life that I made without my mother and without Jon. It's...well, it's nice.

[notadartboard]

I see. Then, it is certainly good to have you here. No offense meant to your mother, she's a kind lady as well. I just hope the 'porter stops jerking her around so she can rest, one way or the other.

[latexspectre]

I couldn't agree more. Mom's had it rough, when she's from. The last thing she needs is all the stress of porting in and out every couple of months.

[notadartboard]

[a carefully measured pause] Do you miss her, at all?

[latexspectre]

Of course I do. [She says that a bit too quickly.] It's just... a bit complicated.