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

[meowminx]

[ She smirks like she thinks it's funny. She probably does. ]

Why, are you a billionaire now?

[trollverine]

[He just looks at her for a long moment, in one of those particular silences that accompany unshared thoughts, and finally glances away, nonchalant.]

Not quite, unfortunately.

[meowminx]

[ A little cat smile. Point to her. ]

What have you been up to, Daken? I haven't seen you since you stormed off and all.

[trollverine]

[Things not even thieves would approve of, he almost says, but he laughs instead. Logan hasn't told her anything, or she wouldn't be standing here. That's interesting.]

Not much, I'm sorry to say. It's been a little boring.

[meowminx]

[ Yup. She's just standing there like it ain't no thing. ]

Miss that little thing where everyone went crazy? Except for the crazy people who went sane, of course.

[trollverine]

[He finishes his bourbon and watches the crowd, not bothering to reply. When he finally does, the false charm vanishes.]

Why are you talking to me?

[meowminx]

[ She blinks at him, perhaps taken off-guard for a moment. ]

Because you're not an idiot and those can be few and far between here. And mostly because I felt like it.

[ Mostly the latter, really. That's the reason she does most everything she does. ]

[trollverine]

You said yourself that I was only trying to get on your good side. If this is how you want to waste your time, fine. [He pauses, looks out over the room, as if bored.] But you are wasting your time.

[meowminx]

[ She shrugs. ] My time, isn't it? But who says I'm after anything else? Lot of time to kill here.

[trollverine]

[No indication that she's lying, but there's something irritating about taking all this at face value; something difficult to believe. He shifts, restless.]

Lots of time to kill anywhere, from a certain standpoint.

[meowminx]

Mmm. But you could live our a lifetime here and never know it back home. Little different.

[ She might sound a touch sad for someone listening close enough.]

[trollverine]

[It's easy to catch, if one anticipates sentimentality in just about everyone; but instead of replying immediately he sets his empty glass down on a server girl's tray, as a means of getting her attention, and orders another drink first.]

I don't see your point.

[meowminx]

[ She shrugs. ]

For all I know, you're a hundred and some years old. Guess you wouldn't.