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Post by Batgirl on Feb 7, 2010 10:53:11 GMT -6
Cassandra maneuvered her way through the sea of snobbery and wealth and each second she felt like the pressure of an ocean's depth was crushing her effort to remain calm. She had dealt with these kinds of events before when Bruce first adopted her and she had did fairly well with them. But tonight? It was going to be a miracle if she didn't end up smashing one of these media people's cameras or just straight up pulled a batline from her little black purse and make an exit through a window. The asian teen paused as a glass of champagne came into view, held by an arm out stretched over her shoulder from behind her.
"To help you through the night. Thanks for coming; Tim, Charlie and Barbara are here too. Hang in there."
He knew her too well, but her annoyed expression softened a bit with a sigh as she accepted the glass of bubbly. What he did to her and Tim when he returned as Batman, she was still angry at him for it, but she had to appreciate the bit of attention and support he had just given her for those few seconds. Even if the support was alcohol to his underaged daughter. "Great parenting." she muttered staring at the glass before taking a sip from it. Now he had mentioned that her other bat folk were present...she searched the room for them. Though the search came to a halt once Bruce had taken the mic and the attention of the room, as well as Cassandra's were drawn onto him. The sheet of ice around her heart melted a little more when he mentioned his sons and herself in his speech. It was eerie...Bruce Wayne was a bit flashy, but seemed to be a somewhat compassionate and caring person...to the public anyway. She knew he cared about her and her adopted siblings...there was just more tough love when it came to his alter ego and the alter egos of his children.
"Hello, Ms....Cassandra is it?" a young and masculine voice spoke from the person that now stood beside her. She glanced over at him, he seemed to be about her age, maybe a year or two older. Tailored in a nice snazzy designer suit. Hair slicked back with gel and a douchey little smirk on his face. "It's an honor to finally meet you. You're even more lovely up close."
"I'm a virgin. It's staying that way tonight." she replied sharply. These parties not only brought out the snobs, but the pervs who believed that could open any set of legs by waving their social status around. She gave him kudos though, to actually pull this stunt right under her father's nose. She took another sip.
"Ah, I see. Well perhaps I can entertain you a bit on my boat and we sail away towards the Bahamas for a little get away. You look so tense...I figured I could loosen you up in my own little way." he replied. And it worked. Cassandra's legs did open and a swift high kick planted her foot into the young man's face sending him to the ground with a nice red imprint of her heel in his cheek that trickled with a bit of blood. "Invitation declined."
Ignoring the stares and gasps he gathered, Cassandra Cain stepped over the body of the perv and hastily made her way towards the exit, slamming her champagne glass on a passing waiter's tray. On her way out she looked up towards the balcony, having finally located Charlie and Tim and she looked to the other side of the ballroom to see Babs, an apologetic look formed on Cass' face seeing the former batgirl. Cassandra didn't even dare to looked back at Bruce. She knew she had messed up big time...but Bruce must have known she was a ticking time bomb with what he had put her through and then dragging her to this party. Once she was outside on the steps of City hall, Cassandra walked over towards one of the pillars connected to the gothic styled building. Her back pressed against it and she slid down into a seated position on the ground lowering her head and her hands rose up to cover her face. She wouldn't cry, but did she ever feel like screaming to release the frustration. She'd brought enough attention to herself. For now she'd just choose to remain silent and just enjoy the Gotham night air away from the stuffy socialites inside.
(OOC: ANNNNGGGGGGSSSSSSSSTT!))
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Post by drake on Feb 7, 2010 16:50:17 GMT -6
The glass twisted in his hand once more, a slightly more agitated motion to it this time. The need to be out on the streets where he belonged increased as he watched the revellers, doing what he did best. He wanted something that wasn’t false, something that was tangible. That was his current problem; he had a whole lot of empty nothingness in his life, and nothing solid to hold him down. Even Bruce’s sudden return the grave hadn’t helped, quite the contrary... It had caused the problem to increase tenfold.
He still returned the man’s glass salute with one of his own, coupled with a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He loved the man almost as much as his real father, maybe even more, but the pair still had issues to work out before he was back to liking him. But, for the time being at least, the teen would play the role of the well mannered, loving and polite son for the public eye, regardless of the inner turmoil that accompanied it.
“As fun as having a tooth pulled, yeah.” He turned towards the familiar voice, giving his face a tired scrub with his free hand and smirked slightly. “I had wondered what had gotten Babs out from behind her computer screens, I suppose that answers that. You do know you’re going to pay for it later, right? Hell hath no fury like a know-it-all dragged to a billionaire playboy’s party.”
His blue eyes narrowed faintly as he watched Cass roughly deal with some unwanted attention before fleeing the party. It was easier for the Teen Wonder than it was his sister; He’d learned to dull his emotions, while Cass had learned to have emotions. She was literally a human weapon that could undoubtedly kick the collective ass of everyone present here tonight – as that guy had quickly discovered to his own detriment – without drawing much of a sweat, but when it came to actually having to process her swirling miasma of emotions... She helpless and lost in the woods. Tim wasn’t really qualified to help deal with it, all of the Bat family were out of their depth as soon as emotional problems entered the equation it seemed, but she was family. You didn’t turn your back on family. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go sort that out...Unless you want to come with and brave the storm? Otherwise, you should totally try the buffet; the shrimp is usually pretty good.” He called over his shoulder at Charlie, bouncing down the stair case two steps at a time, passing his glass off to a waiter as he went, before sliding through the same doors Cass had exited from.
“Cass?” The cool night air hit his skin like an icy blast, oddly refreshing in comparison to the gradually stuffy party. That many people with a party coupled with the shear amount of hot air they used to ply their superficial pleasantries naturally caused a lot of humidity. His gaze quickly zoned in on her slumped figure, and his mind quickly raced for something to grab on to. Something to make it better. Unfortunately, all he could come up with was... “Want to not-talk about it, brood, and avoid the whole ‘look at me!’ party scene together?”
Timothy Jackson Drake (Wayne) was many things. Vigilante, adoptive son, veritable genius, student, the list went on and on. Sadly emotional counsellor would probably never be on it, but how he wished it was. How he wished it was...
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Post by Misfit on Feb 8, 2010 19:03:33 GMT -6
Charlie frowned slightly at Bruce's greeting to Tim, but hid it by taking a drink of her Shirley Temple. She wondered what on earth had possesed Bruce to fake his death- but she didn't dare ask anyone who may know his reasoning. She couldn't imagine Babs doing something like that- Charlie had no idea what she would do if her adoptive mother was presumed dead, so she had no idea what Tim and Cass must be going through.
"That much, huh?" She responded simply, then laughed a bit. "And you know as well as I do that Babs needs to get out more. And 'sides, that's what the Titans Tower is for... hiding out from vengeful family members."
She sighed, taking another drink as she looked down at Cass. She was lucky she didn't need to deal with unwanted attention like that. Apparently, not being richer then God had its benefits sometime- no one really knew who she was.
"No, I'll come with. That's what teammates... and family, for that matter, are for." she answered. After all, that's what they were. An odd, messed up, majorly dysfunctional family, but family nonetheless. Truthfully, Charlie wouldn't have it any other way- but that was beside the point.
"Besides, I'm not that fond of seafood, anyway." Charlie finished, downing the last of her drink and passing it off to the same waiter that Tim had passed his drink to.
She followed him outside, pausing for a second to take off her high heels. "If it's any consolation, I would have done the same thing... just screamed 'Dark Vengeance' while doing so." she said simply.
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Post by oracle on Feb 9, 2010 19:06:23 GMT -6
Babs watched Bruce give Cass another glass of champagne. The idiot! When he came and dropped down next to him. "One of us has to. Go make your speech and make nice nice with all your adoring public. I'll be out with the kids making sure Cass doesn't kill herself." The words were whispered fiercely as she wheeled away from him before he could walk away. She was growling by the time she got out there with the kids. "Who wants to bail on this shindig and go get some pizza? My treat." She didn't think it would work but she was going to give it a shot anyway. She was too mad to stay right now, she might embarrass the hell out of Bruce. Or worse, kick his ass in front of his adoring public.
"Seriously, I got one of his limos. We can trash the thing as we go out and act like goof nuts." She looked at all three of the kids, her expression both murderous [towards Bruce] and compassionate [towards them]. They shouldn't have come, not until Bruce figured out what was what and came to his senses, if that was even possible.
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Post by Poirot on Feb 9, 2010 21:47:46 GMT -6
Elyse looked out the windows for a minute or two, sipping her champagne and listening to the music in the background. It was nice, but not really what she was into. In the reflection in the window she saw Sasha come in, and turned around. Looking the girl over from the distance, she smiled. Her young friend/roommate cleaned up very nicely. Seeing the brace and crutches still bothered Elyse, as reminders of what had happened, but the bruises were gone and she was thankful for that. It would be a painful blemish on what was supposed to be a nice night out for Sasha to have to show up among the beautiful people still wearing the tell-tale signs of the attack, and Elyse would hate for her to have to go through people's stares. The brace and crutches could be assumed as some sort of accident, if someone dared to ask. She wasn't sure what Sasha would say if someone did ask what had happened though, it hadn't come up in conversation.
Moving across the room, Elyse went over to join her friend. When she reached Sasha, she smiled. "That dress really does look good on you." She was going to make a comment about the party when she saw a man approach. With the suit and hat, he was dressed differently than the men in their tuxes, but it seemed to suit him. He was rather pretty, and that usually wasn't Elyse's type as she liked her guys a little more rough around the edges, but something about him kept her eye and the word that came to mind to describe him was 'dapper'. It was a rather old-fashioned word, but as someone who liked Agatha Christie and nineteenth century detective novels, she had no problem using it and she liked the word in association with him. It just worked.
Dapper or not, he was probably just another one of these well-to-do businessmen that Bruce Wayne was trying to charm out of their money for his cause. If he was coming over to talk to her it would be for some inane compliment or awkward attempt at conversation, and she was ready to shoot him down if need be, not literally of course.
Reaching them, he smiled at her and Sasha, but before he could say anything a moving ball of energy dressed in a suit came over and started talking. Recognizing him, it could be none other than Bruce Wayne, and Elyse just stood in surprise as he spoke to them, and even knew her name. Her sergeant must have let someone know that she would be coming in his place because she would never have expected Bruce Wayne to know who she was. She just nodded a little awkwardly at his compliment and said "Thank you.", but he was already talking to the dapper young man and had dashed off before the words finished coming out of her mouth.
Not really acknowledging the man who was still standing there, Elyse looked over at Sasha.
"Well that was a little weird. I feel like I've just been through a drive-by." she commented dryly.
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Post by zac on Feb 10, 2010 19:11:03 GMT -6
Zac had finely untangled himself from the older woman, and smiled warmly at her. He kissed her cheek as blue eyes tracked the blond he'd noticed upon entering. She definitely wasn't like that others. That was probably why he noticed her. Sure there some beautiful women around here, but none of them felt 'real', the blond though, she did. He watched her make her way the girl in crutches, another entrant he had noticed. Well, this could be interesting.
Once free of the woman he made his way over to the two ladies with a smile on his face. He had just opened his mouth when the guy cut in line so to speak. One dark brow went up and blue eyes rolled when the man's back was turned. He sipped his champagne. When she didn't even look at him again, he turned and surveyed the rest of the people, champagne in hand. He now had a name and effectively a location, on the mysterious blond. The speech made him shake his head.
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Post by sasha on Feb 10, 2010 20:16:41 GMT -6
Sasha adjusted her brace and just sipped her drink as she watched all the people. It seemed she wasn't the only one uncomfortable being here. Brown eyes landed on the lady in the wheelchair and she didn't feel so alone in that aspect. Her gaze flicked up when Elyse approached and she smiled at her. The man in fedora caught her attention and she had noticed Elyse checking him out. The smile on her face was slightly evil and she settled back to see what happened, when the other dude interrupted. Well, there went most of her fun for the night. At Elyse's comment she looked back at her. "Drive by schmoozing... never seen that before. It was.... odd." She nudged Elyse and nodded to the hottie in the fedora. Then gave her a 'go talk to him' look.
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Post by Storm on Feb 10, 2010 23:16:29 GMT -6
Ororo stood straight and as she answered some questions. “I am here because I know what is like to be an orphan and hope that this event raises much money for the orphanage. Many orphanages have many children but, not much funding,” Ororo told them. She was well aware that T’Challa was the better public speaker then her; he was raised to be royalty well she had spent her youth on the streets trying to survive day to day.
Ororo answered a few more questions before excusing herself to get a drink her throat was a little dry from all the talking. She accepted a glass of wine from a waiter passing her by when she spotted a couple of familiar faces. One she was happy to see the other she was not happy to see. She was about to make her way over to Johnny when everyone one got quiet to hear the speech. She listened carefully and found herself nodding in agreement to parts of his speech. She had to admit he seemed to believe in his cause. She had lost her own parents very young and still missed them but, she recently found both her grandparents and now had a mother-in-law. When Bruce mentioned his butler Ororo thought of her old teacher that took her in and taught her how to steal to survive on the streets of Cairo. He had since passed on but, his lesson would always live on within Ororo.
Ororo hoped to be able to speak to Bruce one on one later. Ororo had a feeling that they would have quite a bit in common. Handing her now empty glass to a waiter and thanking the waiter she walked over to Johnny who seemed to be coming her way or trying to get away from someone. “Evening Johnny, I am surprised to see you here,” Ororo told him. Ororo noticed things seemed to be getting little hot and stuffy thanks to the many people around. With a simply thought a cooling breeze passed by taking some of the excess body heat away. She saw that a few people on the steps seemed to be a bit mad. Her eyes briefly turned white as a slightly larger and cooler breeze blew toward them. Ororo knew it was public knowledge about her powers in her universe and did not see any reason that she could not use them to help the patrons feel a little more comfortable at the party. “We should head inside and join main party,” Ororo pointed out to Johnny.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Feb 11, 2010 18:31:58 GMT -6
Norman frowned as Bruce Wayne pretty much blew past him. Yes, this was part of the new universe that they had merged with, so he supposed he should expect that most people here wouldn't know who he was, but he felt a little slighted by the rushed greeting. He couldn't let his irritation show though; if he was going to make a name for himself with these people he had to get to know the movers and shakers, and Mr. Wayne was right near the top.
He drank another glass of champagne and listened as Bruce gave his speech. Yada yada, blah blah, orphaned kids, yeah whatever the part of him that was Green Goblin muttered in the back of his mind. Norman tended to agree. He'd make a donation, large enough to receive a nice bit of gratitude from the host of the party, but not large enough to be obnoxious. Later on he would take Bruce aside and have a chat, feel the man out regarding his political leanings. For now though he would continue to circulate and be seen.
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Post by Human Torch on Feb 11, 2010 22:12:28 GMT -6
Too bad this was a public event for the rich and snobbish. Otherwise Johnny would get himself plastered and make sure he had a very good time here. Already had one glass of champagne after escaping the older woman, he was growing so board out of his mind! The heat from all the bodies in the building wasn't bothering him much at all.
Sad to say that he could be causing most of it if he didn't keep his powers in check. After grabbing an appetizer from a passing waiter, the Fantastic Four member solemnly ate it. This food was so much better than anything in here! Although he had notice Elyse off in the distance not even five minutes ago. This time with a smaller companion and now a guy in a stupid fedora trying to talk to her were in view.
His blue eyes were just roaming around the party as he casually walked along while striking a pose for a cameraman or camerawoman. Bruce's speech was boring him to tears. Plus the fact everyone literally stopped as he spoke. Booooorrrriiiinnnnggggg!!! Plus it would be as much fun as Reed making the speech.
“Yeah, of course, he has a butler,” he muttered to himself under his breath. “What rich snob doesn't? Although too bad we couldn't have one around the house. Would so save time for me to do other things.” Unfortunately, he would be the only one in attendance not donating any money. Too bad, so sad, Bruce. The Fantastic Four do their own charity events and don't have the money to donate. Hence charities held by superheroes. Kids love superheroes!
Johnny blinked as Ororo walked up to him and spoke. 'I hope she never heard what I just said,' he thought to himself as he could get hurt. “Yeah me either. Lucky me just had to pick the shortest straw in the bunch to be nominated to come here on part of the Fantastic Four. Not like this Bruce guy would bother helping out with one of our charity events. He does a bang up job himself with them,” said Johnny as a cool breeze past through courtesy of Ororo herself.
It did feel good after all. Although most people seemed befuddled by the action to not know how a breeze came through the building like that. Haha, new people were amusing when they had no idea about people having actual super powers outside of a comic book. “Do I have to go inside the main part?” That's when he spotted a man dressed in white and didn't think much besides he was the only one at the party dressed like that.
Then he noticed another familiar face in the bunch in the distance. Norman Osborn. Well there goes his time to make his way over to Elyse to try and flirt with her. “Holy shit! Look who's here!” Johnny shouted to Ororo before grabbing her and pointing her face in Norman's direction. “Now I so hope he didn't bring any of his team with him otherwise that will be trouble,” he added sourly. So remembering when he got shot by Hawkeye's arrow, which had healed nicely, and how the Fantastic Four crashed his party over it.
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Post by Zatanna Zatara on Feb 12, 2010 20:35:59 GMT -6
Continuing her trek from the preparation/kitchen area across the large Gotham City Hall's floor, the dark haired magician looked about the room, looking for Vicky or someone else that she happened to know or wouldn't mind getting to know; of course, faces and body language weren't the only thing that she was assessing. With a quiet backwards word, the Mistress of Magic was practically searching the minds of all who decided to return a hopeful gaze into her wandering eyes. Yes, it was "wrong" but she was only deciphering the looks she happened to get and there was no digging beyond the surface; so it was strictly for the purpose of protecting herself and possibly others.
One man's thoughts happened to catch her attention. The look he was giving her appeared to be along the lines of perturbed and curious, in other words something worth checking out much more closely. With an elegant movement of her lips, the Mistress of Magic was reading the young man's thoughts. Scanning only the surface, it was rather clear the man, despite his well known and prestigious disposition, was interested in the celebrity of the one and only Zatanna Zatara. Even though Zee was interested in the idea of flirting with the man, because of her own temperament concerning love and the fact that the man appeared to have a girl hanging gingerly from his arm, she was not one to let down a fan or an aspiring one.
Strolling over the man and his apparent date, the Mistress of Magic swirled the water in her glass and raised an eyebrow. She then held out an open hand and let a smirk tug on one corner of her mouth and spread across her lips.
"Zatanna Zatara. Stage magician and author."
"Yes, Miss Zatara, a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh. Gregory Phillips. I attended one of your shows last week and just wanted to personally say that it was amazing. Jackie here thought so too."
With a subtle point to his girlfriend and a shake of Zatanna's hand, the young man smiled. Perhaps he had something to ask, he honestly looked as if he did. Before he could say anything, however, Zatanna swigged the rest of her water and let out an 'ah' signifying refreshment and satisfaction. Her blue eyes then fell back into alignment with Mr. Phillips and his friend, Jackie's general persons.
"Glad I could be of service."
After all, that was what she was there for, right?
"Did Mr. Wayne hire you for entertainment?"
Feeling a backwards 'what?' escape her lips, Zatanna just barely managed to stomach the statement. It was true, most rich people fit the stereotype concerning there outlook on other people; in someway they made it seem like they were better than someone else and without extremely poor people around, to Zatanna's knowledge, they had to find another social category to insult; tonight it appeared to be entertainers. She has sworn that she had seen a band or something on her way into the fundraiser, so she had no idea where their idea would have came from but she certainly wasn't a fan of it.
"Of course not. I don't do parties."
The sarcastic half-truth and peeved look on her face should have been enough for the two socialites to catch the clue and leave before they became the subjects of her backwards incantations. Shaking her head as the couple left her presence, Zatanna let out a sigh. This night was starting to suck more and more. not to mention the boredom factor. Maybe she should have stayed home and done that reading on Nostradamus she had been meaning to or she could just go find Vicky and try to salvage her slowly decaying night.
Instead finding her beloved friend, the raven haired woman found herself being spoken to by some random and gregarious man. He had attempted to initiate a conversation with a deplorable greeting. Babycakes? Really? Besides reminding Zatanna of a certain past boyfriend she abhorred, the only other thing that came to mind were the instances she was, unfortunately, hit on by the type of man who is not only had gross mannerisms but were gross looking as well; the difference between her ex-boyfriend and that type of man was a very fine line.
"The cause."
Being one who didn't need any of the money that she happened to receive, one of the few perks of being a magical persona, Zatanna found herself performing at charity events when asked and constantly saw the need to donate the funds she didn't need to those in need; children happened to be one of the subsets of her charity and giving.
Zee took a fraction of a moment to notice that the man, who was once looking at her face, was now gawking at her chest. In all reality, it was a bit of a surprise to her because normally she got visual recognition for another part of her being.
"The legs normally capture a man's eye, but you appear to be an exception."
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Post by Deadpool on Feb 13, 2010 18:21:47 GMT -6
Crap! She noticed. 'Quick, it's diversion time. Say something witty..... well besides the norm that spews from this orifice you call a mouth, dimwit.' His eyes took a gander at her legs..... before looking back to her face. They were very nice as well. “Riiiight. Well I am an all kind of guy,” he said back with a smile.
Everyone seemed to have stopped when Bruce headed up to the main part of the area to address all the party goers at once. Deadpool even watched him do his little parlor trick with the wine glass and the waiter luckily caught it. 'Would have been more fun to watch if the waiter jumped through a flaming hoop to catch it.'
Seriously, now that he had forgotten to pay attention the beauty in front of him, this was boring as hell. Bruce's speech was suppose to be impacting? Ba humbug! He lost his own parents too and you didn't see this mercenary going all “boo hoo” about it during any type of event. This guy was proving to be a real sap sucker in more ways than one.
Heading off during the middle of the speech, he took a glass of champagne while replacing it with the empty glass on a waiter's tray. Downing it in one gulp, he let out a deep sigh of relief. Now it was time to be himself. He strode up closer to the big shot as he was starting to end his speech.
“Hey fancy-pants! You really need to learn how to give better speeches. Like we all wanted to hear a sob story emit from your mouth to get people to fork over more cash to Little Annie Orphan or Tiny Tim. Man, I bet if I did that then I'd get more people to pity me and pay me more for the type of job I do. Except why have pity when it constitutes nothing?”
'Although it does make the babes cling to you more. Maybe that's why Summers gets all the hot chicks...... same with this guy, possibly.'
“I don't need your inside view of this,” he stated to himself. Already causing most of the surrounding guests to stare in shock of his out burst that it made him seem like he was crazy talking to himself now. “Although it does explain a lot of things about Scott with being stuck up and full of angst even with a beauty woman on his arm. Now let's see you fork over most of your cash, big guy, to help out with the orphans. Or are you just too chicken to spend millions on something you're promoting charity for?”
His image induced green eyes narrowed at Bruce Wayne in a challenge. Like hell he'd put up with taking care of orphans himself, but a merc's gotta do what a merc's gotta do. “Just to get other people's money instead of wasting your own? Not that I don't blame you for not wanting to spend your own money on such a trivial event. Could spend it better on bars and supporting the local strippers or maybe even on special gadgets. Who knows! Although I'd like the strippers and gadgets better for wasting money on. Can always make your own moonshine in the bathtub like Aunt Mertle always made it.”
'Sheesh, I really think you hit a sore spot amongst the rich people. Time to blend back into the crowd like you tend to do.'
'Yup. They sure look angry. Can't tell how the host is going to react to this. Hey wait, isn't that---'
'Holy shit, it is!'
The mercenary slipped off after being done talking to Bruce Wayne. Out of his peripheral vision, Deadpool couldn't believe who he saw at the party. Heading back to the snack food area – noticing how Storm and Johnny were making conversation now – he picked up a couple of snails, cocktail weenies, and a small cup of shrimp dipping sauce.
Spying his target in the dense crowd he would have to be more cautious on his tactics. After eating two cocktail weenies, he dipped the snails in the dipping sauce and proceeded to throw them directly at Norman's back side!
“BONZAI!” he shouted with glee. There went a few sauce covered weenies at Norman, too. Hm, wonder if Bruce's great intuition told him this was going to happen as well as the uninvited guests, too?
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Post by dinah on Feb 14, 2010 7:00:22 GMT -6
When she finally reached the beverage table after what had felt like the longest walk of her life, wading through a sea of people and most of which were unrecognizable, Dinah Laurel Lance huffed as the air gushed from out of her cheeks, her eyes falling on the collection of glasses, none of which seemed appealing to her at this point like they had a few minutes ago. Shaking her head as one of the waiters crossed her path, she shook her head and with a frown , stood idly by while her eyes perused the scene in search of faces she actually recognized.
Of course it was hard to miss the star of this whole shindig. Her eyes watched like a hawk as he made contact with his kids and then made with the big speech. Considering how everyone that really knew Bruce knew of his distaste for the spotlight and that his whole playboy, drunken bubbleheaded persona was possibly the greatest con of all history, it was amusing to watch but then he actually seemed sincere in his little speech. She had to consider it a bit of a slap of a face...ok maybe more than a bit, that with all his schmoozing and the fact that she only came out of respect for Bruce and yet he hadn't once even so much as waved at her yet, let alone made an effort to say hello.
Her eyes fall on Cass, then Tim, Babs, and Charlie as they all not so subtly made their way outside. Dinah knew the reason why and a large part of Dinah wanted to go paintbrush Bruce right at this moment and ask him the question with an obvious answer about whether or not he was out of his out of his mind. The blond bombshell was so close to heading outside as well but it was a family affair. In a different corner of the room, Dinah spotted Zatanna, another one of her oldest friends, looking like she was about to pop a blood vessel for a moment while being asked if she was performing tonight. A few minutes later it looked as though someone was taking great interest in Zatanna's chest which gave Dinah a tough decision to make.
Part of her wanted to catch a taxi and go back home to see what Sanura was up to. This night was as unenjoyable for Dinah as it had been for Babs and those she was outside with. On the flipside, it had been awhile since she'd seen Zatanna and she couldn't leave without at least saying hello. Off she went toward the sorceress, finally snagging a glass of champagne enroute, refusing to even make eye contact with Bruce along the way until she stood a non-intrusive 3 feet away from Zee. Waving and smiling, offering Zee an escape clause if she needed it from the man staring down her boobs.
The smile faded instantly when she caught one of the guests suddenly start voicing his opinions on Bruce's speech and about the millionaire in general. Quicker than the wind can change directions, the object of the man's tangent changed from Bruce to a red haired stranger, reddish-brown really, as cocktail weenies went soaring across the room. Quicker than a flash of light, Dinah Lance's eyes narrowed while deep in the put of her soul something snapped like a floodgate being smashed. a dam being broken with tons of water pressure unable to be held back any further. The spirit of a warrior can never completely be suppressed for long. As unhappy as she and some of the others in attendance might be with the host of this gathering, she wasn't going to stand by and let what could still be salvaged of the whole ordeal go down in flames.
Striding across the floor with fluent footwork, She swung her hands skillfully, quickly and successfully snagged each and every piece of meat that just went sailing in the palm of her hands before they made contact with the throwers intended target. "Someone needs a time out." Dinah Lance was gone, the blond bombshell was in a Canary state of mind as her eyes narrowed and burned a hole through the ass clown.
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