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

[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?

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

I think we're both above such tawdry displays, Norman. [He offers an arched glance before paying for their respective drinks. Vodka tonic and a glass of red wine, at Eddie's special discount.]

Why else would you so deftly defy the more obvious route of attack?

[osreborn]

[ Norman smirks. ]

When your most known accomplishment is pushing a girl off a bridge, you really have to find alternatives, or risk making it your "thing."

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Their drinks came.]

Cheers. So this girl you killed -- was she pretty? I heard she was.

[osreborn]

Simply gorgeous. [ He scoops up his drink, taking a long sip. ] Blonde. Very idealistic.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Idealism appeals to you? [A somewhat sarcastic smirk.]

[osreborn]

Not necessarily. It was one of her more glaring traits.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

I see. [A sip.] But no need to dwell on your past, is there? Water under the bridge.

When did you start taking to rubber masks?

[osreborn]

What is this, an interrogation?

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Norman, if that were so, I would have slipped something into your drink before handing it over.

[Sips. Drink. With wide eyes.]

[osreborn]

[ Smirks. He twirls his glass, watching the liquid swirl. ]

Those sorts of drugs don't work on me in these kind of doses.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Maybe a syringe to your backside would have a more desired effect? I know how familiar the feel must be, for you.

[osreborn]

What effect do you desire? [ Sip. He's not gonna comment on that... ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind you unconscious for a few hours. You know, return the favor.

[osreborn]

I should have known this drink would have conditions attached. Of course, I won't fulfill them.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Oh, Norman, you never put out -- do you?