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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[Zee loves dancing. Just... not so much the sort at fancy parties. She sets the remainder of her drink down and, in a unladylike fashion, moves so she's standing before him, holding out a hand.]

[The music is danceable, but not exactly... the usual club sort; perhaps it's just for tonight, but it seems to be meant to be classy (like the party itself). Zatanna has, briefly, considered using magic on the live band to make them play something like Burning Down the House, but each time has wisely decided against it.]

[She isn't playing nice for his sake, however. Mostly for her own. She's not looking to draw too much attention to herself tonight, magical or otherwise.

She makes certain to slide his hand to her hip, smiling the whole while like she isn't devious in the least.]

[She begins to slip closer, but is hesitant to rest her head on his shoulder (so she doesn't); it's a perk other Jims would be able to enjoy, if they were here, though...] You seem familiar, somehow. [It might just be a bad pick-up line.]

Really? Have I been in your dreams?

[It must be nice, not being threatened or hit or yelled at yet...]

And here I was beginning to think you were above that sort of pick-up line. [Suddenly, looking faux-horrified.] It seems I've been mistaken.

I thought you were using that line on me. I was pre-empting.

Hey, I don't need lines to get by. I just say what I want. [And then it usually happens. Not happening? Far more rare. Even if it isn't said backwards.]

Neither do I and so do I.

[She leans in, a hair away from his face.] Then we'll either be best friends or dire enemies.

One can only hope for the former.

[She smirks, thin-lipped, smarmy.] One can, yes. [Then, arm still around him, she slides her hand down his arm with the opposite arm and makes him spin her.]

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[Oh, she's loving this. Really, James, this is the way to her heart -- except with better music.] Not bad.

Naturally.

Aiming to impress, then? [Her smile's less smarmy, more genuine now. She might have been able to handle it, if she'd known it was actually James. Right now? She's no reserves about allowing him to be aware that she's enjoying herself.]

Do I need to?

Depends on what you're aiming for.

Company.

Well, you've got it now and I've agreed to it in the future... [She flexes her fingers against his shoulder.]

Marvellous! We simply must have a night on the town one of these days.

You enjoy dancing then, Jim? [Because she does. And if he wants to play this game, he's going to have to take her out dancing. And if he reveals himself, he'll have to do it, anyway, for being a jerk to her...]

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