Night on the town... [Chapman]

[bobbi]

The blond stepped out of the shower and wrapped up into a towel. She wiped the condensation off the mirror and looked at her reflection. It was the first time in a long time that she actually looked well rested. Her head tilted from side to side, it was good look for her. Bobbi shook her head and finished up the normal good hygiene practices before she dried her hair. She left it down and fluffed it a bit. Then came something she hadn't done in awhile. Make-up. Nothing overly dramatic, just enough to pretty herself up a bit. She had a mission tonight, a personal one, and it was to have some fun. Maybe do a little dancing, very little drinking, mingle and possibly have a decent conversation. No ass kicking allowed, she hoped. She sure the hell wouldn't be dressed for it.

Once she was dried off and put on lotion, she headed toward her closet. Her shampoo, shower gel, and lotion all had the same subtle wildflower scent. Nothing overly strong but definitely replaced the need for perfume. She liked it, she had even gotten matching scented candles and bubble bath, for any 'me' time she decided to take. Her head tilted as she started going through her closet. "Shit, don't tell me I have nothing to..... Perfect." She came across a little black dress and heeled sandals. It was sad, that was the only dressy thing she had. She'd have to remedy that.

Once dressed she grabbed the purse that was big enough to hold her money, ID, gun, mints, and cell phone. That was it, she was even leaving her staves behind. Damn she felt naked. The blond double checked her small amount of jewelry and her lips gloss. Oh yeah! She shoved her lip gloss in her purse as well, and her keys. Once satisfied she headed out the door and locked up. The woman had no clue where she was going to go first, so she just decided to walk a bit and decide as she went. One thing was for sure, she planned on having fun if it killed her.

The leggy blond came up to a club and got into the back of the line. She wasn't in any hurry, not really, since it was just a night out. Her injuries, that were visible had healed, so it was all good. She even left her watch at home. A few guys smiled and winked at her and she smiled and nodded back. Had they not looked like Miami Vice rejects she might have actually talked to them. It was about time she got out there and lived her life and by God that's exactly what she planned on doing.

[Union Jack]

A nightclub wasn’t exactly the sort of place you’d normally find the liverpuddlian MI-13 agent, not while all of its occupants were living, breathing card carrying members of the human race, at least. Part of him wished that was so for this evening, at least then he’d feel a little bit more at home. But no, Joseph M. Chapman was here on a mission that didn’t require his costumed alter ego, a mission of ‘rest and relaxation’, whatever that meant. Truth be told, with all the chaos of the universes crashing together like a pair of dodgem cars, not to mention all the hullabaloo that had happened before that had kicked off, Joey hadn’t taken a break in several long and tiresome months, instead drifting from one mission to the next, one vampire to the next, one crazed pseudo-cult organisation to the next, one superpowered villain... Well, the crap just kept coming in this job it seemed.

He stood at the bar nursing a bottle, his third so far, split between mentally wondering how in the name of God’s green earth the yanks could even begin to describe its contents as beer, and wondering just what in blue blazes he was doing here. He was out of his element in a classy joint. Hell, It had taken him an hour to actually find, well buy, decent clothes in which to ‘accomplish’ the mission, and in the end he’d just gone for a smart white shirt, dark blue jeans, formal shoes, and his standard brown leather jacket. In an effort to make himself feel a little less naked, an odd feeling considering he was technically wearing more this evening than his Union Jack attire offered, he’d covertly concealed his trademark dagger at the small of his back, hidden beneath his leather jacket and shirt. Of course he missed the heavy, reliable, reassuring weight that his Webley provided him with, but it wasn’t exactly a subtle statement.

With a gulp of his beer, followed by a grimace and a bitten back grumble about the lack of actual alcoholic beverages that didn’t make him want to invade a foreign country just to stock up, he turned his gaze to the rest of the club’s occupants, letting his slightly cold, hardened blue eyes scan for anything of interest, finding it in the form of a very familiar blonde woman. A smirk flickered briefly before it was worn back with yet another twist of his mouth as he took another sip of beer. There was a line that seemed to suit this occasion, and if it wasn’t so cheesey Joey might have even voiced it inside his own head. It started with ‘of all the gin joints, in all the towns...’

[bobbi]

The upside and down side to being a leggy blond is, you get noticed. No matter how common the site is, you get noticed. The doorman noticed the leggy blond in back of the line and motioned her forward. Then he gave a wink and let her in. It wasn't something that Bobbi was used to, but hell she wasn't going to argue. It would be like turning down a present, just not gonna happen. She gave the doorman a smile and a wink before she headed inside. The place was nicer than she had initially thought and she couldn't help but wonder why she just didn't go to a bar. A real dive, some place she was more comfortable. Her gaze hit the door and for a brief moment she looked like she was going to run. Could she really do this?

Before hand people staring at her really wouldn't bother her, but she was so out of her element at the moment that she was becoming a bit self conscious. But tonight she was Bobbi not Mockingbird and Bobbi would like this kind of thing, wouldn't she? Oh hell no she was not going down this road. Just suck it up and have fun. It's not like any of these guys can try anything you don't want tried. And while on the subject, try something. Oh cutie at the bar just saw you, go go go. If it wasn't a form of suicide she'd kill that perky little voice in her head that was her feminine side.

She made her way to the bar, not really to actually talk to the guy, but to get a drink to calm her nerves. When she felt it, she should have expected it, really she should have, but when some guy grabbed a handful of her ass, she reacted. It was a grab, twist, and the man was on his knees. "Warn a girl next time." She let him go and then her palm found her face when she realized what she had just done. Quickly she made her way to the bar. "Whatever is the strongest drink you got, I'll have one of those." The words were out of her mouth to the bartender before she fully reached the bar. With a soft sigh she shook her head. "I should have just gone to Bruno's. " The words were muttered under her breath, she'll do the fruity drinks later.

Her head turned and she nodded to the guy in the brown leather jacket. Then focused her attention back on the bar top. Really she should have planned this better. Maybe set it up like a mission, gather intel.... What the fuck was she thinking? This was life not a damn mission. This just clinched it, she needed to get out more, only next time.... She needed back up.

[Union Jack]

A soft chuckle escaped Joey’s lips as he watched the blonde woman almost snap the man’s radius as he groped her, on autopilot no less. Woman definitely lived up to her reputation inside and out of the Mockingbird costume. Then again, he mused, it was an almost a trademark feature of the blonde superheroine to have some fire in them, and he’d not met one that didn’t have it in spades. Of course, thoughts of firecracker blondes brought Jackie to mind, something he’d successfully been able to avoid in past days. Although it had been many months, practically years, since the pair had gone their separate ways, and while he wished her all the best in her current relationship with Eric, he couldn’t help but feel slightly snubbed. Well, that and he wouldn’t mind dropping the aforementioned daywalker down an elevator shaft.

He returned the woman’s nod, half surprised that she’d made it across to him while he was distracted by his thoughts. Still, he kept his gaze on the crowd – or more specifically the crowd that had gathered to look at the man that was still on his knees, and still clutching his wrist. “I think it’s customary t’ slap a fella ‘round the face when he gropes ya, but I guess practically breakin’ his wrist works, too. Nice way t’ improve on a classic.” Another sip of the ‘beer’, yet another grimace. He was more than half tempted to put in a formal request with O to ship him across some real alcohol if he was going to be forced to go out and relax on a regular basis. “Although, y’might want t’ givethe old way a bit more thought next time, less chance o’ a lawsuit comin’ your way an’ less sympathy fer the groper.”

Allowing his blue eyed gaze to shift from the scene, which was quickly taking a turn for the overdramatic in his opinion – ‘Seriously, it’s jus’ a broken wrist at worst, no need t’ have a bloody breakdown, mate.’ – as the crowd continued to stare at the almost weeping man, to rest on his now bar companion. She was definitely dressed to impress to say the least, and definitely put his feeble attempts to look presentable to shame. “Joseph Chapman,” he spoke with a slight polite nod, adding the next part as if an afterthought. “Although, most folk call me Joey.”

[bobbi]

Bobbi turned and looked at the guy on the ground. Her head tilted and she got a confused look on her face. When the voice spoke, sounding vaguely familiar, she looked over at him. "I didn't break it. It shouldn't still be hurting now. Besides, slapping a guy is demeaning." She grinned at him when she said that, but oddly enough, she believed it. "I should have just gone to O'Malley's." The prices were high and the people seemed to be the worst kind sleazy, well except for the man sitting next to her. The accent was like a buzzword that she couldn't remember.

She nodded at his comment and looked back at the crowd. "It's not broken. Chances are he's not even hurting right now, except for his pride. If you want I can demonstrate what I did to him. The pain shouldn't have lasted for more than a minute. Designed to make the person let go with and make a statement. We all good? Good." She looked back at Chapman. "I really should have gone to O'Malley's. They have better drinks and prices."

The blond's head dropped dropped onto the bar top as the guy was milking it for all it's worth.


[NOT DONE! Had to go take care of stuff will finish soon]