I'll just live on in the Dark

[motherflocker.livejournal.com]

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

[osreborn]

Ozzie. Is that our generous benefactor? [ As if he didn't know. He looks over toward Oswald, chuckling as he takes another sip of bourbon. ] Charming looking fellow. I assume he must have a personality in there to compensate. It's a free country. He has no reason to disallow service to an asset to the community such as I am.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Why Norman, you of all people ought to know better than to judge one from superficial means alone. After all, you don't look like a kitten-devouring sadomasochist, do you? [He paused to finish his drink in hand.]

I hope he runs you out of business.

[osreborn]

I simply think that all men of business need a few aces up their sleeves. Otherwise they're in for some unpleasant surprises. [ He sneers. ] He won't, unless he has some electrical engineers hidden in the kitchen back there.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

If he had, you'd be the last to know. [Countered Eddie. He hazard a step toward Norman, entirely nonthreatening in his broken state.] Don't test this. It isn't going to be worth your time, really, Gothamites have ways of making intruders pay.

[osreborn]

Test what? [ He raises his eyebrow. ] Right now he's the one intruding.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

So territorial of you, to think that. [Eddie practically purred, lifting his glass to his lips.] So -- what's the word one might use -- delusional.

[osreborn]

I don't think so. I don't believe we'll be any competition for each other. [ Smirks. ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Not on the commercial level, necessarily. [He sidestepped away just an inch, eyes glancing down the flourish of individuals. No one was paying them mind, it was a relatively safe mingle.] But you don't have to worry about anything else, do you? You're a respectable persona.

[osreborn]

Are you implying there would be another level for us to compete upon?

[ Raises his eyebrow. ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Well. Ozzie surely is a womanizer. You can sympathize, I think.

[osreborn]

I wouldn't even consider being unfaithful.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

You're that committed to me? [He asks, the tip of his tongue poking out mid-smirk.]

[osreborn]

Do you fancy yourself a woman?

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Someone has to make you feel reassured in what you call your masculinity.

[osreborn]

I think my girlfriend would have something to say to you about that.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Is this the one that lives in Canada?

[osreborn]

No. [ Deadpan. ] As you know.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

So defensive, Norman. [He inches closer, leaning on his cane. His bruised lips carve a vicious smirk.] Afraid she'll leave you, in due time? For someone more masculine?

[osreborn]

Of course not. [ Norman bares his teeth very slightly. ] I don't weight my masculinity on trivial things.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

What do you weigh it upon, then? [His grin widens at that bearing of teeth, like a minor victory.]

[osreborn]

[ His eyes narrow. ] Nothing but my own merit.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Only your merit can define your masculinity? I wonder how Bellatrix would take to that. [He hobbles closer, smirking like a conspirator.] Care for another drink?

[osreborn]

Not only. But I don't care to display my vanity quite so vulgarly in public. [ His teeth bare slightly more. ] Feel free to ever ask her for the details if you get the chance. I think I'll take a vodka tonic.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Vodka tonic. [He lingers, before moving slightly towards the bar, expecting Norman to follow.] Very masculine drink.

[Abruptly:]

Do you like her?

[osreborn]

[ Not going to comment on the drink. :| He follows, furrowing his eyebrows and standing by the bar. ]

Interesting question. You aren't hoping to kidnap her, are you?