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Taking a sip of his cider, Harry stayed quiet and listened. Clara was making a large lie, but for a lady who was freaking out during that shootout, it was impressive. Still, Harry was also much better at silent scenes such as being at a meeting then say, getting his brains blown out in a shoot-out. Also, she was getting attention, so it must work.

So this Arnie person was rich and important enough to get Cobblepot to meet up with him. Cobblepot, the large crime boss who had several attempts on his life. Of course the bartender wouldn't say the rumours, but sometimes, rumours can be true. Harry can't be sure this Arnie is important to the case or a red herring...but he liked rumourmills anyways.

"Hmm, interesting, what other rumours are there? I quite like listening to rumours, since some of them are so ridiculous they make me laugh. My friends often call me a gossip, but I call myself up-to-date."

Great, so he had to begin on his fake identity as well.

"Impressive, Eraser was it? I only wish I could 'erase' my boss as well. I forget one thing, and he's all yelling at me. One time, he gave me a black eye when I broke a plate! But, I'm pretty sure you're only for high-profile, and best of the best, is that right?"

@Jeremi @Sark

Well, best to just continue the ruse. "Luv, for the right price I'll make it so like your boss never even existed." Clara didn't know how far she could take it, but she was going to ride this until she couldn't any longer.

@Sark @MelodyMeister
 
"Oh really?" The Bartender raised an eyebrow and teased "And what kinda work would that be? A lawyer? A cop? Those sorta bigwigs tend to get seduced by our City's kinda stink. But you don't strike me as one o' those types-- you seem like a gal who knows the real way to get rich if you catch my drift. You trying to get the Boss' attention or what?" He leaned across the bar and lowered his tone, shielding his words from any other prying ears 'Cause tip me well and I might just remember who to send your 'resume' to..."​

"Ah, a mus' be mistaken then, Mr" The Bartender leaned back against the wall of bottles, his arms folded "General-whatever-his-name-is apparently some big shot from Washington who's came all the way down here to meet with the Boss. Now, that's not suspicious at all right?" Reaching into the shelf below him, he grabbed a further two glasses and slammed them down onto the table, before searching the shelves for something a little more tenth-grade for his customers to try "Now, you didn't here any of this from me, but word on dancefloor is that no-one really knows what he even looks like-- not even the Boss. He only talks in faxes, only meets through proxies; him showing up today was supposed to be a big deal. I was supposed to get a few more shifts thanks to that... but apparently, the Hoods have scared him off... not that anyone's suprised. Now his booth 'bout as empty as Hell... and I'm guessin' Cobblepot isn't going to be conservative with the blame..."

Against his better nature, the Bartender filled up the two glasses with some cheap, sparkling cider he had found tucked away in the corner of the bar, its weaker taste rendering invisible to his regulars. Rolling the fresh back between his fingers, he pushed the two glasses along the wooden table.

"Take these. It's hardly the softest stuff in the world, but you're hardly going to be stumbling outa the door at the end of the night. Enjoy... want me to set up some tabs for the two o' ya?"​

"Urgh, its been the absolute worst" She groaned, rolling her eyes like a child "Ever bet someone who just makes you wanna throw your head in a microwave, or just run away and join the circus or just get away from everyone? Coz that's where I am right now. I hate that stupid bird. He's stupid and I hate him. He's the moron, not me! He's just...Urgh!" Casting her eyes back down towards the dancefloor "Hello, I guess, Traci... I'm Ivy..."​

The two bouncers looked at 'Gavin''s hand, then at each other, and then back to his hand. Neither man made any effort to shake it. "Yeah, Flag still ain't around- you're eyes coulda told ya that... What's 'e to you anyway? Ya got business with him and the Bawss?"

"Coz if ya don't-" The second guard continued "Then ya better run along, mate. Grab some drinks. Enjoy the party... We'd hate to have to 'remove you from the premises now', wouldn't we?"​

"Oh, Mr.Cobblepot doesn't have anything on me; he wouldn't need to. It's all business; I worked for the Falcones, Penguin kills the Falcones, he gets my contract. If someone kills the Boss, then I'd end up running with them. Its bad work- a great way to stay alive though, I gotta say"

The moment Victor stopped talking, the doors of the van came swining open, with Penguin, Charlie, Gene and Rhea standing in its gaping jaws. Hobbling his way over the step and into the boot, Cobblepot sat down, his cane between his legs and a sick grin across his face.


"Hello there, Hood... No no, don't stand up" His words dripped with sarcasm. "I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me... I mean, not after you went through all that effort the kill me. But the past is in the past. I'm willing to put all of this behind us, maybe even give you a job... if you can do one tiny tiny thing for me; you're going to have to tell me who hired you to kill me. You're going to spill the beans about Butch and whoever else was in that car with you, and then you're going to tell me where you got that damn bomb. Once you've done all that, you're free to go... but try to keep secrets from me, and well... these three gentlement are very good at finding fact from fiction..."

With a twisted smile, he gestured for his 3 elites to enter the van with him

"I'm going to head off shorty; I've got an important meanting with Mr.Flag, and you know how these sort of meetings can go. So I'll leave you here with the assassin. Milk her dry. Find out everything you can. And if she doesn't play ball, then you know what to do"

And with that, the Penguin leaned free from the jaws of the van, leaving his 3 interrogators and his capture in the loving hands of Victor Zsasz...

"So, Ladies and Gents... who wants to get this party started?"

@York @Crow @Takumi @York
Kidd Wilder
@Sark @Crow @Takumi

Kidd didn't have time to do anything more than nod, and though she made sure not to make it too visible, she was smiling a little.

So that's how it was, the food chain in Gotham today.

Although she initially was going to take some time to formulate a plan, one seemed to have fallen right into her hands, so to speak. She was sticking with the initial plan; off the Penguin. After that, it was likely she was going to be top dog.

From there, she could finally begin to clean up the city... By slicing away at the disease that riddled with it. The disease she had come to known as crime.

In this City, few were innocent of it. Even she was tainted by it, after all. But one day, she was going to make sure that all changed. If it was the last thing she would ever do.

As the Penguin began to speak to her, she took in every word... Every name he mentioned, making sure to remember them. After all, if she could manage to escape, she might be able to make some sense out of all of this.

"Bugger. You got me, but I ain't tellin' ya nothin'..." She snarled.

Technically speaking, her hands were free, but she still had at least four people in the van to deal with. While she couldn't see them with her eyes, she could hear them.

It was just a matter of shaking the restraints off as soon as she found a weak point during their interrogation. Sure, she knew the answers to the Penguins questions, at least to some extent, however there was no way in hell she was going to work for him, even if that option was there, and not just a carrot on a stick dangled in front of her.​
 
Traci Aquabelle (Aurora Diaz)

" Oh my garwsh, I thought it was just my day. I just met the most horrible man in the world. He made me want to do all those things, throw my head in a microwave, ran away from the circus and just get away from everyone. It's why I came to the club tonight, to get away from it all. It's so good that I'm not the only one having such a horrible absolute worst day," she said, looking over at Ivy. " It's like so nice to meet you Ivy. I never met someone who has like such horrible days.

Gavin O'Connors ( Liam Anderson)

Liam bit down on his lip, cursing his instinct to be polite and considered what he wanted to do or say. " Not that its any of ya businss' but Flag is an old friend of mine. Hope to catch up and reminscience wit' him is all. Got no business with him, just a chat."

" That I will, gentleman', I'll run along and 'njoy the party. No need for that rough talk, gentleman. I'll git you a drink as well, since I have mightly wasted your time," Liam replied. God, he really need to brush up on his accent work.

@Sark
 
Oh, so Cobblepot had jokes now, huh? Responding with a scoff, through gritted teeth she growled out a "an eye patch is fine." Before they were told to go see about the Hood or whatever.

"Oh really?" The Bartender raised an eyebrow and teased "And what kinda work would that be? A lawyer? A cop? Those sorta bigwigs tend to get seduced by our City's kinda stink. But you don't strike me as one o' those types-- you seem like a gal who knows the real way to get rich if you catch my drift. You trying to get the Boss' attention or what?" He leaned across the bar and lowered his tone, shielding his words from any other prying ears 'Cause tip me well and I might just remember who to send your 'resume' to..."​

"Ah, a mus' be mistaken then, Mr" The Bartender leaned back against the wall of bottles, his arms folded "General-whatever-his-name-is apparently some big shot from Washington who's came all the way down here to meet with the Boss. Now, that's not suspicious at all right?" Reaching into the shelf below him, he grabbed a further two glasses and slammed them down onto the table, before searching the shelves for something a little more tenth-grade for his customers to try "Now, you didn't here any of this from me, but word on dancefloor is that no-one really knows what he even looks like-- not even the Boss. He only talks in faxes, only meets through proxies; him showing up today was supposed to be a big deal. I was supposed to get a few more shifts thanks to that... but apparently, the Hoods have scared him off... not that anyone's suprised. Now his booth 'bout as empty as Hell... and I'm guessin' Cobblepot isn't going to be conservative with the blame..."

Against his better nature, the Bartender filled up the two glasses with some cheap, sparkling cider he had found tucked away in the corner of the bar, its weaker taste rendering invisible to his regulars. Rolling the fresh back between his fingers, he pushed the two glasses along the wooden table.

"Take these. It's hardly the softest stuff in the world, but you're hardly going to be stumbling outa the door at the end of the night. Enjoy... want me to set up some tabs for the two o' ya?"​

"Urgh, its been the absolute worst" She groaned, rolling her eyes like a child "Ever bet someone who just makes you wanna throw your head in a microwave, or just run away and join the circus or just get away from everyone? Coz that's where I am right now. I hate that stupid bird. He's stupid and I hate him. He's the moron, not me! He's just...Urgh!" Casting her eyes back down towards the dancefloor "Hello, I guess, Traci... I'm Ivy..."​

The two bouncers looked at 'Gavin''s hand, then at each other, and then back to his hand. Neither man made any effort to shake it. "Yeah, Flag still ain't around- you're eyes coulda told ya that... What's 'e to you anyway? Ya got business with him and the Bawss?"

"Coz if ya don't-" The second guard continued "Then ya better run along, mate. Grab some drinks. Enjoy the party... We'd hate to have to 'remove you from the premises now', wouldn't we?"​

"Oh, Mr.Cobblepot doesn't have anything on me; he wouldn't need to. It's all business; I worked for the Falcones, Penguin kills the Falcones, he gets my contract. If someone kills the Boss, then I'd end up running with them. Its bad work- a great way to stay alive though, I gotta say"

The moment Victor stopped talking, the doors of the van came swining open, with Penguin, Charlie, Gene and Rhea standing in its gaping jaws. Hobbling his way over the step and into the boot, Cobblepot sat down, his cane between his legs and a sick grin across his face.


"Hello there, Hood... No no, don't stand up" His words dripped with sarcasm. "I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me... I mean, not after you went through all that effort the kill me. But the past is in the past. I'm willing to put all of this behind us, maybe even give you a job... if you can do one tiny tiny thing for me; you're going to have to tell me who hired you to kill me. You're going to spill the beans about Butch and whoever else was in that car with you, and then you're going to tell me where you got that damn bomb. Once you've done all that, you're free to go... but try to keep secrets from me, and well... these three gentlement are very good at finding fact from fiction..."

With a twisted smile, he gestured for his 3 elites to enter the van with him

"I'm going to head off shorty; I've got an important meanting with Mr.Flag, and you know how these sort of meetings can go. So I'll leave you here with the assassin. Milk her dry. Find out everything you can. And if she doesn't play ball, then you know what to do"

And with that, the Penguin leaned free from the jaws of the van, leaving his 3 interrogators and his capture in the loving hands of Victor Zsasz...

"So, Ladies and Gents... who wants to get this party started?"

@York @Crow @Takumi @York

"You got that damn med kit or whatever?" She muttered after a moment of silence, removing her hand from the place where her right eye once was to reveal the bloody mess that was that side of her face along with her palm.

Kidd Wilder
@Sark @Crow @Takumi

Kidd didn't have time to do anything more than nod, and though she made sure not to make it too visible, she was smiling a little.

So that's how it was, the food chain in Gotham today.

Although she initially was going to take some time to formulate a plan, one seemed to have fallen right into her hands, so to speak. She was sticking with the initial plan; off the Penguin. After that, it was likely she was going to be top dog.

From there, she could finally begin to clean up the city... By slicing away at the disease that riddled with it. The disease she had come to known as crime.

In this City, few were innocent of it. Even she was tainted by it, after all. But one day, she was going to make sure that all changed. If it was the last thing she would ever do.

As the Penguin began to speak to her, she took in every word... Every name he mentioned, making sure to remember them. After all, if she could manage to escape, she might be able to make some sense out of all of this.

"Bugger. You got me, but I ain't tellin' ya nothin'..." She snarled.

Technically speaking, her hands were free, but she still had at least four people in the van to deal with. While she couldn't see them with her eyes, she could hear them.

It was just a matter of shaking the restraints off as soon as she found a weak point during their interrogation. Sure, she knew the answers to the Penguins questions, at least to some extent, however there was no way in hell she was going to work for him, even if that option was there, and not just a carrot on a stick dangled in front of her.​

Scowling at Kidd, she lifted her foot and kicked at one of Kidd's legs.

"You're already getting on my nerves Hood, so don't push your luck too much, yeah?" She hissed.

@Sark[/USER=2381]@Yun Lee @Crow @York
 
Harry pretended to be surprised, and dare say he did it quite well, as he stopped drinking his cider and put it on the table while staring at Clara. Lets see...what can he say that won't have he and Clara grasping at straws but get the bartender to believe them? Aha.

"Really? In that case, I have to ask, how much to do pay to erase someone? I'm still a butler, so I still do get paid a fair amount, but..."
He stopped, made a nervous face and looked around himself briefly. It was all just fake of course.

"...I'll have to discuss the details in private. I forgot, my boss is planning to have a night out with his friends tonight, and they're trying to find the right place currently. He is a man with very elite tastes. If he finds me talking about this, then I may be 'erased' instead of him."

That was a good part to stop, right? He stopped. And just then noticed someone behind him, a blonde, who seemed detached, but..wait, actually...
"Hey, there girl. So uh, what brings you here?
@Sark @Jeremi
 
"Hmm, interesting, what other rumours are there? I quite like listening to rumours, since some of them are so ridiculous they make me laugh. My friends often call me a gossip, but I call myself up-to-date."

Great, so he had to begin on his fake identity as well.

"Impressive, Eraser was it? I only wish I could 'erase' my boss as well. I forget one thing, and he's all yelling at me. One time, he gave me a black eye when I broke a plate! But, I'm pretty sure you're only for high-profile, and best of the best, is that right?"

@Jeremi @Sark
"I--"

The bartender froze, biting down on his tongue

"I- shouldn't say. Loose lips sink ships, right? The Boss would come gunning for me if he heard I'd so much as mentioned the General... And ah don't know if I can go trustin' you like some of the... harder guys around here...Unless you're paying... and you're not paying right?"

Beside the Eraser, what was this mook? Some coattail rider? Some thrill seeker trying to get his kicks out of a bar fight? Harry had struck the Bartender as a decaf and pastry kinda guy from the start, a far shot from his usual patrons. The Sparkling Cider had simply reaffirmed his suspicions...

"Hate to hear about the black eye, kid. Tough luck. Hopefully your new boss-" He shot a palm towards the Eraser "-will let you Buttle for her unscathed, right?"
"Am I in?" She really didn't want to do this, and it was clear he had misunderstood her supposed M.O. Maybe the Eraser was too hard of a word. "Of course, luv. I wouldn't have put my butt on that plane and come to the colonies if I wasn't." Well she had one foot in the door at least, that counts for something. "So mind pointing me where I should be heading. After drinking this cider, of course."

She downed the drink as she listened to the bartender wax poetic about the Penguin and as he finished her drink was done too. Damn that was some tasty cider. "The way I see it a mayor is just a crime boss with some shinier colors."

@Sark @MelodyMeister
The bartender shot his eyes from left the right, scouring the scene for any prying eyes. The close was clear- no alien eyes, no alien ears... except for that Mr.Cider in the seat beside his new favourite patron. Her little show had certainly brightened up his day, and he had more than earned his nightly gossip in the break room.

"That booth in the corner..." He whispered "That one reserved for the General? It's the Bosses personal seat. You can chill in there- take your Butler with you, if you must" A slanted glance cut into Harry "But I'll put the word out. The Penguin head up as soon as I call- all ya gotta do is bide your time, and get comfy. He and the Bookworm will have a contract or two for you to look at..."
Traci Aquabelle (Aurora Diaz)

" Oh my garwsh, I thought it was just my day. I just met the most horrible man in the world. He made me want to do all those things, throw my head in a microwave, ran away from the circus and just get away from everyone. It's why I came to the club tonight, to get away from it all. It's so good that I'm not the only one having such a horrible absolute worst day," she said, looking over at Ivy. " It's like so nice to meet you Ivy. I never met someone who has like such horrible days.
@Sark
"Urgh, so nice to have someone on the same level as me, ya know? Men suck. Make me wanna fake my death and move into a ministry, ya know?" For a moment, Ivy did something she very rarely did; she thought about what she had just said. "Actually, nah. That sounds even worse. At least we get to have some fun without jerk bosses... I'd take that over a bunch o' priests any day... wait, I'm off topic. What were we talking about? Oh, yeh. What was your guy's name? What did he do?"​
Traci Aquabelle (Aurora Diaz)
Liam bit down on his lip, cursing his instinct to be polite and considered what he wanted to do or say. " Not that its any of ya businss' but Flag is an old friend of mine. Hope to catch up and reminscience wit' him is all. Got no business with him, just a chat."

" That I will, gentleman', I'll run along and 'njoy the party. No need for that rough talk, gentleman. I'll git you a drink as well, since I have mightly wasted your time," Liam replied. God, he really need to brush up on his accent work.

@Sark
The two bouncers looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. The air seemed to stagnate. The music seemed to slow. Something was about to go down.

"HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!"

The first guard burst out laughing, slapping his brother on the arm, who held a similarly large grin.

"You've got balls, mate, you've got balls. Never seen a fella make Willie laugh this hard since second grade"

"You go from pickin' a fight to buyin' me drinks like my last man!"

Willie continued to chuckle, his head rolling back until Liam could only see his thick, stubbled neck and a blunt chin on the horizon.

"And that voice, that bloody voice..."

"Relax, Will... you'll piss yaself before long"

"Alright, alright, I bring it in"

His head came shooting back down again, his expression grave.

"Alright- back to work then. As much as I'd love to drink myself blind with you mate, I don't finish for another 45"

"We're on the clock, so you ain't wasting our time, ya wasting the Bird's. We get paid either way, so it ain't no skin of our backs"

"I'm calling Bull Shit on you knowing the General though- by the sounds of thin's, you ain't even from the same planet. You know what airport he's commin' in at? Why he's takin' so long? Coz if you do, you betta spill-- the Boss'll love you for it"

Harry pretended to be surprised, and dare say he did it quite well, as he stopped drinking his cider and put it on the table while staring at Clara. Lets see...what can he say that won't have he and Clara grasping at straws but get the bartender to believe them? Aha.

"Really? In that case, I have to ask, how much to do pay to erase someone? I'm still a butler, so I still do get paid a fair amount, but..."
He stopped, made a nervous face and looked around himself briefly. It was all just fake of course.

"...I'll have to discuss the details in private. I forgot, my boss is planning to have a night out with his friends tonight, and they're trying to find the right place currently. He is a man with very elite tastes. If he finds me talking about this, then I may be 'erased' instead of him."

That was a good part to stop, right? He stopped. And just then noticed someone behind him, a blonde, who seemed detached, but..wait, actually...
"Hey, there girl. So uh, what brings you here?
@Sark @Jeremi
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The sultry blonde slowly turned in her chair, rolling her eyes up from her drink and towards the newcomer.

"Oh, honey, are you just gonna break a girls silence without buying her a drink? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were new to this business"​

Kidd Wilder
@Sark @Crow @Takumi

Kidd didn't have time to do anything more than nod, and though she made sure not to make it too visible, she was smiling a little.

So that's how it was, the food chain in Gotham today.

Although she initially was going to take some time to formulate a plan, one seemed to have fallen right into her hands, so to speak. She was sticking with the initial plan; off the Penguin. After that, it was likely she was going to be top dog.

From there, she could finally begin to clean up the city... By slicing away at the disease that riddled with it. The disease she had come to known as crime.

In this City, few were innocent of it. Even she was tainted by it, after all. But one day, she was going to make sure that all changed. If it was the last thing she would ever do.

As the Penguin began to speak to her, she took in every word... Every name he mentioned, making sure to remember them. After all, if she could manage to escape, she might be able to make some sense out of all of this.

"Bugger. You got me, but I ain't tellin' ya nothin'..." She snarled.

Technically speaking, her hands were free, but she still had at least four people in the van to deal with. While she couldn't see them with her eyes, she could hear them.

It was just a matter of shaking the restraints off as soon as she found a weak point during their interrogation. Sure, she knew the answers to the Penguins questions, at least to some extent, however there was no way in hell she was going to work for him, even if that option was there, and not just a carrot on a stick dangled in front of her.​
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna tell us the truth" Zsasz smiled a snowman's smile "Pretty please? I mean, we ain't gonna kill ya now, but we're gonna end up hurting ya real bad now. Might just leave ya to starve in those cuffs if we get bored..."
Oh, so Cobblepot had jokes now, huh? Responding with a scoff, through gritted teeth she growled out a "an eye patch is fine." Before they were told to go see about the Hood or whatever.



"You got that damn med kit or whatever?" She muttered after a moment of silence, removing her hand from the place where her right eye once was to reveal the bloody mess that was that side of her face along with her palm.



Scowling at Kidd, she lifted her foot and kicked at one of Kidd's legs.

"You're already getting on my nerves Hood, so don't push your luck too much, yeah?" She hissed.

@Sark[/USER=2381]@Yun Lee @Crow @York
"Oh, yeah, that" Zsasz reached into his coat, removing a compact, green emergency kit from his jacket. It was a simple kit, containing nothing more than a bottle of purified water, a pack of bandages, surgical tape, a needle and threat and eye patch. "I call it my 'You lost your eye, but you've still got your hands' starter pack. Just wet the bandage and tape it to your face. Apparently one of Boss' girls rubbed some herbs on the bandages. Something to help with the bleeding. Or was it to stop insomnia? It... doesn't matter..."

"What does matter though, is teaching this bad little dog a lesson- care to start us off?"
@Sark[/USER=2381]@Yun Lee @Crow @York[/QUOTE]
 
Traci Aquabelle ( Aurora Diaz)

" Yeah, it's totally great to meet someone on the same level to, I do know. Men like totally suck. Oh no honey, ministries are a frank bore, was raised in a catholic school, those nuns are like total bores. I can attest that I have like never met an interesting nun, like ever. Yeah, priests are so urgh. Oh, my guy was named Richard Cummings, with a name like that, I should have like known he was a total dick and was really interested in like being a jackass and like not taking no for like an answer."

Gavin O'Connors ( Liam Anderson)

Liam took a breath and was relaxed now and decided to drop the accent and go with what the men were saying. " " Not my finest accent work, I'm more of a fanboy of the General. Kind of obessed with him in his legacy. As for knowing airports and stuff, can't say either way. If I'm going to take a guess, probably misty skies, was supposed to be a bad day for air travel, probably why he is running so goddamn late. Also, Will, I'm more than willing to buying you that drink in 45 minutes,"
he said, winking at the guard. Sometimes being bisexual comes in handy in ways you didn't expect.

@Sark
 
Harry pretended to be surprised, and dare say he did it quite well, as he stopped drinking his cider and put it on the table while staring at Clara. Lets see...what can he say that won't have he and Clara grasping at straws but get the bartender to believe them? Aha.

"Really? In that case, I have to ask, how much to do pay to erase someone? I'm still a butler, so I still do get paid a fair amount, but..."
He stopped, made a nervous face and looked around himself briefly. It was all just fake of course.

"...I'll have to discuss the details in private. I forgot, my boss is planning to have a night out with his friends tonight, and they're trying to find the right place currently. He is a man with very elite tastes. If he finds me talking about this, then I may be 'erased' instead of him."

That was a good part to stop, right? He stopped. And just then noticed someone behind him, a blonde, who seemed detached, but..wait, actually...
"Hey, there girl. So uh, what brings you here?
@Sark @Jeremi

"Well that depends...how clean do you want it to be afterwards?" Outside she seemed cool and collected but inside Clara was starting to fall apart. "Also my rates are flexible. If you got more money to give then I'm more than happy to take it. CEO, butler, when you come to me you'll get results."

"I--"

The bartender froze, biting down on his tongue

"I- shouldn't say. Loose lips sink ships, right? The Boss would come gunning for me if he heard I'd so much as mentioned the General... And ah don't know if I can go trustin' you like some of the... harder guys around here...Unless you're paying... and you're not paying right?"

Beside the Eraser, what was this mook? Some coattail rider? Some thrill seeker trying to get his kicks out of a bar fight? Harry had struck the Bartender as a decaf and pastry kinda guy from the start, a far shot from his usual patrons. The Sparkling Cider had simply reaffirmed his suspicions...

"Hate to hear about the black eye, kid. Tough luck. Hopefully your new boss-" He shot a palm towards the Eraser "-will let you Buttle for her unscathed, right?"

The bartender shot his eyes from left the right, scouring the scene for any prying eyes. The close was clear- no alien eyes, no alien ears... except for that Mr.Cider in the seat beside his new favourite patron. Her little show had certainly brightened up his day, and he had more than earned his nightly gossip in the break room.

"That booth in the corner..." He whispered "That one reserved for the General? It's the Bosses personal seat. You can chill in there- take your Butler with you, if you must" A slanted glance cut into Harry "But I'll put the word out. The Penguin head up as soon as I call- all ya gotta do is bide your time, and get comfy. He and the Bookworm will have a contract or two for you to look at..."

"Urgh, so nice to have someone on the same level as me, ya know? Men suck. Make me wanna fake my death and move into a ministry, ya know?" For a moment, Ivy did something she very rarely did; she thought about what she had just said. "Actually, nah. That sounds even worse. At least we get to have some fun without jerk bosses... I'd take that over a bunch o' priests any day... wait, I'm off topic. What were we talking about? Oh, yeh. What was your guy's name? What did he do?"​

The two bouncers looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. The air seemed to stagnate. The music seemed to slow. Something was about to go down.

"HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!"

The first guard burst out laughing, slapping his brother on the arm, who held a similarly large grin.

"You've got balls, mate, you've got balls. Never seen a fella make Willie laugh this hard since second grade"

"You go from pickin' a fight to buyin' me drinks like my last man!"

Willie continued to chuckle, his head rolling back until Liam could only see his thick, stubbled neck and a blunt chin on the horizon.

"And that voice, that bloody voice..."

"Relax, Will... you'll piss yaself before long"

"Alright, alright, I bring it in"

His head came shooting back down again, his expression grave.

"Alright- back to work then. As much as I'd love to drink myself blind with you mate, I don't finish for another 45"

"We're on the clock, so you ain't wasting our time, ya wasting the Bird's. We get paid either way, so it ain't no skin of our backs"

"I'm calling Bull Shit on you knowing the General though- by the sounds of thin's, you ain't even from the same planet. You know what airport he's commin' in at? Why he's takin' so long? Coz if you do, you betta spill-- the Boss'll love you for it"


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The sultry blonde slowly turned in her chair, rolling her eyes up from her drink and towards the newcomer.

"Oh, honey, are you just gonna break a girls silence without buying her a drink? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were new to this business"​


"Oh, yeah, you're gonna tell us the truth" Zsasz smiled a snowman's smile "Pretty please? I mean, we ain't gonna kill ya now, but we're gonna end up hurting ya real bad now. Might just leave ya to starve in those cuffs if we get bored..."

"Oh, yeah, that" Zsasz reached into his coat, removing a compact, green emergency kit from his jacket. It was a simple kit, containing nothing more than a bottle of purified water, a pack of bandages, surgical tape, a needle and threat and eye patch. "I call it my 'You lost your eye, but you've still got your hands' starter pack. Just wet the bandage and tape it to your face. Apparently one of Boss' girls rubbed some herbs on the bandages. Something to help with the bleeding. Or was it to stop insomnia? It... doesn't matter..."

"What does matter though, is teaching this bad little dog a lesson- care to start us off?"
@Sark[/USER=2381]@Yun Lee @Crow @York

"Oh I have a butler now do I?" This actually made Clara do a genuine smirk as she looked over to Harry. "Well the butler doesn't really have that ring to it does it luv? You need to work on that." She looked over to the booth where the bartender had pointed out to her. "Why thank you luv, I'll go and bid my time there then."

As Clara stood up she patted Harry on the back. "Maybe Mister Butler will join me after he's had his fun, eh?" Clara gave the mystery blond a quick. Man, she was a striking figure, Clara hadn't given her much of a thought when she sat down, sweating buckets and almost puking up blood due to all the stress does that to a person. Having one foot in though had calmed her down considerably, and given her a quick boost of confidence. "Unless, he bores you then I can always spend some time with a fetching lady." Clara handed the bartender fifty bucks. "She can drink on me for awhile," Clara turned to the woman and gave her a wink. "Lady's choice." With that she took a step back from the counter and made her way towards the booth to wait and see if she'd actually get an audience with the illustrious Penguin.

She really wanted to pee...but that would have to wait.

@Sark @MelodyMeister
 
Of course, Harry had been a bit too on the nose for that. And besides, in the bartender's eyes, who was he really? Nothing but a nosy, unlucky soul, that's all. The man had no reason to talk about such sensitive matters to him. Oh, right the bill.
Harry took out his wallet and clearly paid the bartender far, far too much. That was his intention, because dang it if he was going to let Clara flirt with the mystery lady first. Frankly, the blonde was pretty, but Harry felt no real connection to her. Was that why he's still single?

"Right, here is for my drink. And also for the red wine that I'm sending over to the lady over there."

Smooth. He glanced over at the blonde and gave a light hearted, meaningful smile while sipping his half-full drink (and trying not to chuckle and spray it everywhere). She was confident, and likely a regular visitor. Maybe she knew something, if not, Harry could at least have a wealthy associate.

In the meanwhile, he and Clara really got their fake identities connected to each other, haven't they? Of course, he couldn't say too much, lest he blows her cover. Wait, 'new boss'? Did he actually mean her? He had to look down to hide his stupid smiling face. This was unexpected. He replied to Clara quite strangely, it could even be considered sincere, somehow.

"New boss? Oh, right, I'll need a new source of income after my boss is wiped off the records...Right then, as my first duty to you, I'll be there with you, after I finish my drink and conversation that is. No wonder I constantly had my wages cut..."
@Sark @Jeremi
 
Koichi Makoto, in her complete Question outfit, arrives at the scene requested, a bonsai plant in hand in case of emergencies.

"Well, I'm right here. I had my doubts, but I figured that if you wanted to bring me to an end, you would have done it already."

@Sark
 
"Yeah, Rhea, how 'bout you do us the honors of gettin' this party started?" Gene flashed a grin towards his cohorts, walking beside Kidd and kneeling down beside her chair. He gently took her chin in his hand, smiling tenderly at her as if she was a dear friend.

"Man alive, missie," Gene said, his free hand tucking some stray hair behind her ear. "You caused us a helluva lotta problems today." His grip on her chin suddenly turned to iron, and he forced Kidd to look at Rhea. "See that? Poor Rhea lost her eye cuz of you. And I had to rip it out! Now, I think we should take somethin' of hers, don't y'all agree? Now, Rhea, you get first dibs, but that's just my suggestion. We got plenty a' time with our new friend here."

@Sark @Takumi @Crow @York
 
Traci Aquabelle ( Aurora Diaz)

" Yeah, it's totally great to meet someone on the same level to, I do know. Men like totally suck. Oh no honey, ministries are a frank bore, was raised in a catholic school, those nuns are like total bores. I can attest that I have like never met an interesting nun, like ever. Yeah, priests are so urgh. Oh, my guy was named Richard Cummings, with a name like that, I should have like known he was a total dick and was really interested in like being a jackass and like not taking no for like an answer."
"Oh, God... Ministry raised? Sounds like hell... not that they'd let you say 'hell' or all the fun words now, would they?" Ivy sniggered, her chin rolling onto her shoulders. As her chest heaved and rolled, her red hair became a quivering curtain, constantly teased by her fingertips. It was as if she was still getting used to her hair being as long as it was, its chewed tips of fire reaching down to her shoulder blades. "Honey!" Ivy hummed "I'd never date a guy named Richard!" She spoke as if the very idea of 'boys' was exciting and new, giggling like a school girl between each line. "I'd like my partner to have a nice, short name. Like Pat. Or Same. Or Harely. Yano, something that rolls of the tongue. Not 'Richard'!" She laughed again, her painted nails pulling at her lip. "I probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, sorry! Maybe 'adults' are supposed to take this stuff seriously... Guess I'm hardly a grown up then... maybe that's why Oswald doesn't respect me..."
Gavin O'Connors ( Liam Anderson)

Liam took a breath and was relaxed now and decided to drop the accent and go with what the men were saying. " " Not my finest accent work, I'm more of a fanboy of the General. Kind of obessed with him in his legacy. As for knowing airports and stuff, can't say either way. If I'm going to take a guess, probably misty skies, was supposed to be a bad day for air travel, probably why he is running so goddamn late. Also, Will, I'm more than willing to buying you that drink in 45 minutes,"
he said, winking at the guard. Sometimes being bisexual comes in handy in ways you didn't expect.
@Sark
"Oh"
Will's shoe rolled backwards, shift the large man of his axis. Needless to say, he had been caught of guard. It wasn't every day someone showed interest in him; 'meatheads' like him were hardly on the top of anyone's 'cheat lists'. But this 'Gavin' fellow seemed like a different sort... maybe Gotham was finally catching up with the times "I'd... I'd like that... Thanks. I'll... I'll meet you by the bar then, yeh?"

"Look at you, Mr.Lovebird!" His brother laughed, his dome of a head tilted like pisa towards Will, a paddle of a hand slapping his back "Makes a change, don't it?"

"Ease off, bro!" Will snapped back "What's wrong? Jealous?"

"Oh I ain't jealous; just confused as to how this fella could be fan-boy ova that crusty old General- couldn't he even phone in ahead and let us know he was running late, instead of leaving us to hang around like lemmings?"

"Well that depends...how clean do you want it to be afterwards?" Outside she seemed cool and collected but inside Clara was starting to fall apart. "Also my rates are flexible. If you got more money to give then I'm more than happy to take it. CEO, butler, when you come to me you'll get results."



"Oh I have a butler now do I?" This actually made Clara do a genuine smirk as she looked over to Harry. "Well the butler doesn't really have that ring to it does it luv? You need to work on that." She looked over to the booth where the bartender had pointed out to her. "Why thank you luv, I'll go and bid my time there then."

As Clara stood up she patted Harry on the back. "Maybe Mister Butler will join me after he's had his fun, eh?" Clara gave the mystery blond a quick. Man, she was a striking figure, Clara hadn't given her much of a thought when she sat down, sweating buckets and almost puking up blood due to all the stress does that to a person. Having one foot in though had calmed her down considerably, and given her a quick boost of confidence. "Unless, he bores you then I can always spend some time with a fetching lady." Clara handed the bartender fifty bucks. "She can drink on me for awhile," Clara turned to the woman and gave her a wink. "Lady's choice." With that she took a step back from the counter and made her way towards the booth to wait and see if she'd actually get an audience with the illustrious Penguin.

She really wanted to pee...but that would have to wait.

@Sark @MelodyMeister
"Oh, what a sweetheart" The blonde smiled, tipping her brow at her new patron. Looks like this 'Eradicator' was just the entertainment she had been after. She seemed dangerous, and Ms.Kean had always been in love with the dangerous. She'd have to start playing her usual games... time to see how far the 'Eradicator' was willing to go to keep up appearances. A killer or not, something was off about the city's lates import... and it wasn't only how much she had been sweating...

"Fingers crossed you can charm the big-guy as easily as you're charming me. We're I on the Bird's throne, I'd stark forking over territory just for manners like that; not every day you find someone who knows how a girl's gotta be treated. Gotta name, cute stuff? Friends call me Barbs. Barbara Kean, if you really want my attention... Kean by name, and Keen by nature..." She rolled her straw between her teeth, locking her unblinking eyes to Clara's with a calculated wink.

Of course, Harry had been a bit too on the nose for that. And besides, in the bartender's eyes, who was he really? Nothing but a nosy, unlucky soul, that's all. The man had no reason to talk about such sensitive matters to him. Oh, right the bill.
Harry took out his wallet and clearly paid the bartender far, far too much. That was his intention, because dang it if he was going to let Clara flirt with the mystery lady first. Frankly, the blonde was pretty, but Harry felt no real connection to her. Was that why he's still single?

"Right, here is for my drink. And also for the red wine that I'm sending over to the lady over there."

Smooth. He glanced over at the blonde and gave a light hearted, meaningful smile while sipping his half-full drink (and trying not to chuckle and spray it everywhere). She was confident, and likely a regular visitor. Maybe she knew something, if not, Harry could at least have a wealthy associate.

In the meanwhile, he and Clara really got their fake identities connected to each other, haven't they? Of course, he couldn't say too much, lest he blows her cover. Wait, 'new boss'? Did he actually mean her? He had to look down to hide his stupid smiling face. This was unexpected. He replied to Clara quite strangely, it could even be considered sincere, somehow.

"New boss? Oh, right, I'll need a new source of income after my boss is wiped off the records...Right then, as my first duty to you, I'll be there with you, after I finish my drink and conversation that is. No wonder I constantly had my wages cut..."
@Sark @Jeremi
"My my, I'm being spoiled tonight..." Barbara pressed her knees together and let herself spin on her stood, her shoulders pressed together to shrink her frame. It was time to relinquish some of her power, even if just to see what Harry and Clara would do given the clout. Gotham was a city of predators and prey; if she made herself the prize, she was curious to see which of the wolves would come forth as the Alpha. "Try not to fight over me now, Ladies and Gents... I'm sure there's plenty of me to go around..." In another calculated move, Barbara rolled her head to the side, casing her eyes across the dancefloor. Cast out the line, then reel them in. Give them the attention, then strip it all away. "I just wonder who can win me over first... right now, my money's one the cute one..."

Not that she had any intention of telling which one of them who the cute one was...

Koichi Makoto, in her complete Question outfit, arrives at the scene requested, a bonsai plant in hand in case of emergencies.

"Well, I'm right here. I had my doubts, but I figured that if you wanted to bring me to an end, you would have done it already."

@Sark
The alleyway Kid Question found herself in was damp, wet, but most significantly, dark, as if the moon itself had been locked away. Overhead, not a single start could be seen, and with every step she took into the lion's den, the streetlamps and car light's at its jaws seemed to fade away. Soon, it would dawn on Koichi that she was very much alone... yet somehow, still being watched.
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"You're smart girl, Mz.Makoto. We knew that you would take us up on our offer"

Through the smog of the alley, a voice called, croaky and coarse. The figure's voice echoed and creaked with every word, his message as deformed as he veiled face. Amidst the browning bricks and filth at their feet, the figure seemed to blend in with his surroundings. He was hard to look at for more than a few moments, migraines creeping into the minds of all who tried; no matter how hard he tried, Kid Question could not determine who's face hung beneath the creatures hood, and judging by his demeanour alone, perhaps it was for the best.

"We had anticipated resistance, but we assure you that it is unnecessary. Put the plant down, Koichi- sorry, am I being too informal? Would you prefer I used the name of your other self? No matter. I am certain that a mind such as yours would have many more pressing queries... Yes... I am certain that you have Questions..."
@Crow
 
Traci Aquabelle (Aurora Diaz)

"
Yup, ministry raised. Dad couldn't deal with his rebellious catholic girl, so he sent me off to the nuns. which is like totally stupid. Nope, couldn't say anything that even vaguely sounded like a swear word. I was even reprimanded for saying damn which quite frankly was totally quite like stupid of them." She seemed to be connecting with someone who was here and that was a lot better than it seemed to the rest of the people. " I have never had the best taste when it came to men, I blame the nuns, couldn't see another man outside of the old priest who looked like he was old and boney though. Yeah, it seems that a lesson I have yet to learn. Don't date guys whose name go on for a mile as it would seem," she said, looking over at her and smiled. Was it smart to go in for the kill or wait? Aurora had no sense for these things as she was forensics so it seemed best to be safe.... which was why she did the exact opposite. " Oh no, I haven't seen a thing taken totally seriously by like anyone in my whole life quite honestly. Is Oswald the man who is given you all that like trouble you know?"

Gavin O'Connors (Liam Anderson)

Liam had expected that sort of reaction from the man in all honesty. He could tell from the way that he acted was that he didn't get much drinks or actions that would get him flirted with, even if it was a quick fling and nothing more. He had already given Aurora a warning that he might have to use some dirty tactics and not to get jealous. " Don't keep me waiting too long, I don't really like drinking alone."

Liam approached the bar, but made sure to keep a close ear and taking a slow walk over for dramatic effect and more so that it would make things look slightly better in his mind.

He couldn't help but smile at the idea of the brothers fighting and he did hear the last bit.

He purposely choose to not comment on the last bit and went to order two drinks and sit patiently by the bar waiting for Will to come and join him. He hoped the man was a light weight, but only time would tell if his gambit paid off.

@Sark
 
"Oh, God... Ministry raised? Sounds like hell... not that they'd let you say 'hell' or all the fun words now, would they?" Ivy sniggered, her chin rolling onto her shoulders. As her chest heaved and rolled, her red hair became a quivering curtain, constantly teased by her fingertips. It was as if she was still getting used to her hair being as long as it was, its chewed tips of fire reaching down to her shoulder blades. "Honey!" Ivy hummed "I'd never date a guy named Richard!" She spoke as if the very idea of 'boys' was exciting and new, giggling like a school girl between each line. "I'd like my partner to have a nice, short name. Like Pat. Or Same. Or Harely. Yano, something that rolls of the tongue. Not 'Richard'!" She laughed again, her painted nails pulling at her lip. "I probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, sorry! Maybe 'adults' are supposed to take this stuff seriously... Guess I'm hardly a grown up then... maybe that's why Oswald doesn't respect me..."

"Oh"
Will's shoe rolled backwards, shift the large man of his axis. Needless to say, he had been caught of guard. It wasn't every day someone showed interest in him; 'meatheads' like him were hardly on the top of anyone's 'cheat lists'. But this 'Gavin' fellow seemed like a different sort... maybe Gotham was finally catching up with the times "I'd... I'd like that... Thanks. I'll... I'll meet you by the bar then, yeh?"

"Look at you, Mr.Lovebird!" His brother laughed, his dome of a head tilted like pisa towards Will, a paddle of a hand slapping his back "Makes a change, don't it?"

"Ease off, bro!" Will snapped back "What's wrong? Jealous?"

"Oh I ain't jealous; just confused as to how this fella could be fan-boy ova that crusty old General- couldn't he even phone in ahead and let us know he was running late, instead of leaving us to hang around like lemmings?"


"Oh, what a sweetheart" The blonde smiled, tipping her brow at her new patron. Looks like this 'Eradicator' was just the entertainment she had been after. She seemed dangerous, and Ms.Kean had always been in love with the dangerous. She'd have to start playing her usual games... time to see how far the 'Eradicator' was willing to go to keep up appearances. A killer or not, something was off about the city's lates import... and it wasn't only how much she had been sweating...

"Fingers crossed you can charm the big-guy as easily as you're charming me. We're I on the Bird's throne, I'd stark forking over territory just for manners like that; not every day you find someone who knows how a girl's gotta be treated. Gotta name, cute stuff? Friends call me Barbs. Barbara Kean, if you really want my attention... Kean by name, and Keen by nature..." She rolled her straw between her teeth, locking her unblinking eyes to Clara's with a calculated wink.


"My my, I'm being spoiled tonight..." Barbara pressed her knees together and let herself spin on her stood, her shoulders pressed together to shrink her frame. It was time to relinquish some of her power, even if just to see what Harry and Clara would do given the clout. Gotham was a city of predators and prey; if she made herself the prize, she was curious to see which of the wolves would come forth as the Alpha. "Try not to fight over me now, Ladies and Gents... I'm sure there's plenty of me to go around..." In another calculated move, Barbara rolled her head to the side, casing her eyes across the dancefloor. Cast out the line, then reel them in. Give them the attention, then strip it all away. "I just wonder who can win me over first... right now, my money's one the cute one..."

Not that she had any intention of telling which one of them who the cute one was...


The alleyway Kid Question found herself in was damp, wet, but most significantly, dark, as if the moon itself had been locked away. Overhead, not a single start could be seen, and with every step she took into the lion's den, the streetlamps and car light's at its jaws seemed to fade away. Soon, it would dawn on Koichi that she was very much alone... yet somehow, still being watched.
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"You're smart girl, Mz.Makoto. We knew that you would take us up on our offer"

Through the smog of the alley, a voice called, croaky and coarse. The figure's voice echoed and creaked with every word, his message as deformed as he veiled face. Amidst the browning bricks and filth at their feet, the figure seemed to blend in with his surroundings. He was hard to look at for more than a few moments, migraines creeping into the minds of all who tried; no matter how hard he tried, Kid Question could not determine who's face hung beneath the creatures hood, and judging by his demeanour alone, perhaps it was for the best.

"We had anticipated resistance, but we assure you that it is unnecessary. Put the plant down, Koichi- sorry, am I being too informal? Would you prefer I used the name of your other self? No matter. I am certain that a mind such as yours would have many more pressing queries... Yes... I am certain that you have Questions..."
@Crow

Oh damn, a name, an actual name. If she didn't think of one soon then this would be a f- "Fiasco. Leona Fiasco, but when I'm working the name's Eraser. So pick your poison luv, just use the one that rings better in your ear." Clara felt that she was starting to get into the groove even more...maybe it was the fact that someone attractive actually wanted to talk to her.

She should've started wearing a suit years ago. At the response of the cute one Clara placed her hand on her heart. "You wound me luv, I thought you would've gone for the handsome one," she replied turning towards Harry to give him a quick smirk before giving Barbara her full attention once again. "Well, you'll know where to find me, Barbara, yeah? You can tell me all about the cute one." She corrected her glasses and gave Barbara a smile before turning to leave. Clara wasn't quite sure why she said what she had. She read somewhere that playing hard to get was once best bet...maybe believing things like that was why she was still single.

@Sark @MelodyMeister
 
...How in hell is he supposed to reply to that? If he was his younger self, then certainly, he would go out drinking and charming ladies, but he was older. Thirty three years of age and he was still a bachelor, gee, he was pathetic at this stuff. Downing the rest of the drink, he sighed and considered his next option. Man, that stuff was nasty if taken in excess.

Anyways, Harry knew Clara was getting attention, and both him and her have to be careful. Him, so he doesn't sound
like he's just barging in and trying to be with the 'cool' group, and her so she won't get herself wrapped up in her web of lies.
"Leona Fiasco? What a name! Anyways, Barbara was it?"

His tongue was tied, and it immediately gave him the look of an awkward courter, atleast to him. In fact, Clara's comment of 'the handsome one' only gave him more difficulty in speaking. When Harry once said he wasn't good at romance during his job interview, he meant it.
"Well, the good, cute ones always leave before you can catch them, don't they? Out of my league, definitely. Well, then, Kean."
Seeing Barbara looking ever so suggestively at the dance floor. Harry understood what he must do. She was a charmer, and the way to win the heart of one was to do the same.

"Bartender, give me a popular drink."
This probably wasn't the best idea he's ever had.
"So, plenty of you to go around? I wonder...how much of you can dance, in that case?"
Dancing, best way to connect outside a duet...not that Harry has ever done so with a lady.
@Sark @Jeremi
 
"Oh really?" The Bartender raised an eyebrow and teased "And what kinda work would that be? A lawyer? A cop? Those sorta bigwigs tend to get seduced by our City's kinda stink. But you don't strike me as one o' those types-- you seem like a gal who knows the real way to get rich if you catch my drift. You trying to get the Boss' attention or what?" He leaned across the bar and lowered his tone, shielding his words from any other prying ears 'Cause tip me well and I might just remember who to send your 'resume' to..."​

"Ah, a mus' be mistaken then, Mr" The Bartender leaned back against the wall of bottles, his arms folded "General-whatever-his-name-is apparently some big shot from Washington who's came all the way down here to meet with the Boss. Now, that's not suspicious at all right?" Reaching into the shelf below him, he grabbed a further two glasses and slammed them down onto the table, before searching the shelves for something a little more tenth-grade for his customers to try "Now, you didn't here any of this from me, but word on dancefloor is that no-one really knows what he even looks like-- not even the Boss. He only talks in faxes, only meets through proxies; him showing up today was supposed to be a big deal. I was supposed to get a few more shifts thanks to that... but apparently, the Hoods have scared him off... not that anyone's suprised. Now his booth 'bout as empty as Hell... and I'm guessin' Cobblepot isn't going to be conservative with the blame..."

Against his better nature, the Bartender filled up the two glasses with some cheap, sparkling cider he had found tucked away in the corner of the bar, its weaker taste rendering invisible to his regulars. Rolling the fresh back between his fingers, he pushed the two glasses along the wooden table.

"Take these. It's hardly the softest stuff in the world, but you're hardly going to be stumbling outa the door at the end of the night. Enjoy... want me to set up some tabs for the two o' ya?"​

"Urgh, its been the absolute worst" She groaned, rolling her eyes like a child "Ever bet someone who just makes you wanna throw your head in a microwave, or just run away and join the circus or just get away from everyone? Coz that's where I am right now. I hate that stupid bird. He's stupid and I hate him. He's the moron, not me! He's just...Urgh!" Casting her eyes back down towards the dancefloor "Hello, I guess, Traci... I'm Ivy..."​

The two bouncers looked at 'Gavin''s hand, then at each other, and then back to his hand. Neither man made any effort to shake it. "Yeah, Flag still ain't around- you're eyes coulda told ya that... What's 'e to you anyway? Ya got business with him and the Bawss?"

"Coz if ya don't-" The second guard continued "Then ya better run along, mate. Grab some drinks. Enjoy the party... We'd hate to have to 'remove you from the premises now', wouldn't we?"​

"Oh, Mr.Cobblepot doesn't have anything on me; he wouldn't need to. It's all business; I worked for the Falcones, Penguin kills the Falcones, he gets my contract. If someone kills the Boss, then I'd end up running with them. Its bad work- a great way to stay alive though, I gotta say"

The moment Victor stopped talking, the doors of the van came swining open, with Penguin, Charlie, Gene and Rhea standing in its gaping jaws. Hobbling his way over the step and into the boot, Cobblepot sat down, his cane between his legs and a sick grin across his face.


"Hello there, Hood... No no, don't stand up" His words dripped with sarcasm. "I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me... I mean, not after you went through all that effort the kill me. But the past is in the past. I'm willing to put all of this behind us, maybe even give you a job... if you can do one tiny tiny thing for me; you're going to have to tell me who hired you to kill me. You're going to spill the beans about Butch and whoever else was in that car with you, and then you're going to tell me where you got that damn bomb. Once you've done all that, you're free to go... but try to keep secrets from me, and well... these three gentlement are very good at finding fact from fiction..."

With a twisted smile, he gestured for his 3 elites to enter the van with him

"I'm going to head off shorty; I've got an important meanting with Mr.Flag, and you know how these sort of meetings can go. So I'll leave you here with the assassin. Milk her dry. Find out everything you can. And if she doesn't play ball, then you know what to do"

And with that, the Penguin leaned free from the jaws of the van, leaving his 3 interrogators and his capture in the loving hands of Victor Zsasz...

"So, Ladies and Gents... who wants to get this party started?"

@York @Crow @Takumi @York
Oh, so Cobblepot had jokes now, huh? Responding with a scoff, through gritted teeth she growled out a "an eye patch is fine." Before they were told to go see about the Hood or whatever.



"You got that damn med kit or whatever?" She muttered after a moment of silence, removing her hand from the place where her right eye once was to reveal the bloody mess that was that side of her face along with her palm.



Scowling at Kidd, she lifted her foot and kicked at one of Kidd's legs.

"You're already getting on my nerves Hood, so don't push your luck too much, yeah?" She hissed.

@Sark[/USER=2381]@Yun Lee @Crow @York
"I--"

The bartender froze, biting down on his tongue

"I- shouldn't say. Loose lips sink ships, right? The Boss would come gunning for me if he heard I'd so much as mentioned the General... And ah don't know if I can go trustin' you like some of the... harder guys around here...Unless you're paying... and you're not paying right?"

Beside the Eraser, what was this mook? Some coattail rider? Some thrill seeker trying to get his kicks out of a bar fight? Harry had struck the Bartender as a decaf and pastry kinda guy from the start, a far shot from his usual patrons. The Sparkling Cider had simply reaffirmed his suspicions...

"Hate to hear about the black eye, kid. Tough luck. Hopefully your new boss-" He shot a palm towards the Eraser "-will let you Buttle for her unscathed, right?"

The bartender shot his eyes from left the right, scouring the scene for any prying eyes. The close was clear- no alien eyes, no alien ears... except for that Mr.Cider in the seat beside his new favourite patron. Her little show had certainly brightened up his day, and he had more than earned his nightly gossip in the break room.

"That booth in the corner..." He whispered "That one reserved for the General? It's the Bosses personal seat. You can chill in there- take your Butler with you, if you must" A slanted glance cut into Harry "But I'll put the word out. The Penguin head up as soon as I call- all ya gotta do is bide your time, and get comfy. He and the Bookworm will have a contract or two for you to look at..."

"Urgh, so nice to have someone on the same level as me, ya know? Men suck. Make me wanna fake my death and move into a ministry, ya know?" For a moment, Ivy did something she very rarely did; she thought about what she had just said. "Actually, nah. That sounds even worse. At least we get to have some fun without jerk bosses... I'd take that over a bunch o' priests any day... wait, I'm off topic. What were we talking about? Oh, yeh. What was your guy's name? What did he do?"​

The two bouncers looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. The air seemed to stagnate. The music seemed to slow. Something was about to go down.

"HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!"

The first guard burst out laughing, slapping his brother on the arm, who held a similarly large grin.

"You've got balls, mate, you've got balls. Never seen a fella make Willie laugh this hard since second grade"

"You go from pickin' a fight to buyin' me drinks like my last man!"

Willie continued to chuckle, his head rolling back until Liam could only see his thick, stubbled neck and a blunt chin on the horizon.

"And that voice, that bloody voice..."

"Relax, Will... you'll piss yaself before long"

"Alright, alright, I bring it in"

His head came shooting back down again, his expression grave.

"Alright- back to work then. As much as I'd love to drink myself blind with you mate, I don't finish for another 45"

"We're on the clock, so you ain't wasting our time, ya wasting the Bird's. We get paid either way, so it ain't no skin of our backs"

"I'm calling Bull Shit on you knowing the General though- by the sounds of thin's, you ain't even from the same planet. You know what airport he's commin' in at? Why he's takin' so long? Coz if you do, you betta spill-- the Boss'll love you for it"


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The sultry blonde slowly turned in her chair, rolling her eyes up from her drink and towards the newcomer.

"Oh, honey, are you just gonna break a girls silence without buying her a drink? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were new to this business"​


"Oh, yeah, you're gonna tell us the truth" Zsasz smiled a snowman's smile "Pretty please? I mean, we ain't gonna kill ya now, but we're gonna end up hurting ya real bad now. Might just leave ya to starve in those cuffs if we get bored..."

"Oh, yeah, that" Zsasz reached into his coat, removing a compact, green emergency kit from his jacket. It was a simple kit, containing nothing more than a bottle of purified water, a pack of bandages, surgical tape, a needle and threat and eye patch. "I call it my 'You lost your eye, but you've still got your hands' starter pack. Just wet the bandage and tape it to your face. Apparently one of Boss' girls rubbed some herbs on the bandages. Something to help with the bleeding. Or was it to stop insomnia? It... doesn't matter..."

"What does matter though, is teaching this bad little dog a lesson- care to start us off?"
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"Yeah, Rhea, how 'bout you do us the honors of gettin' this party started?" Gene flashed a grin towards his cohorts, walking beside Kidd and kneeling down beside her chair. He gently took her chin in his hand, smiling tenderly at her as if she was a dear friend.

"Man alive, missie," Gene said, his free hand tucking some stray hair behind her ear. "You caused us a helluva lotta problems today." His grip on her chin suddenly turned to iron, and he forced Kidd to look at Rhea. "See that? Poor Rhea lost her eye cuz of you. And I had to rip it out! Now, I think we should take somethin' of hers, don't y'all agree? Now, Rhea, you get first dibs, but that's just my suggestion. We got plenty a' time with our new friend here."

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Kidd Wilder
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Kidd smirked in response to what Rhea said.

"Woof~." She said slyly.

It seemed she was still quite feisty, even if she appeared to be captured and restrained.

As her head was lifted by Gene to meet Rhea's eyes though, while her own expression was largely neutral, she did kind of internally cringe at the sight. Eyeing Gene, she narrowed her eyes.

"Eye for an eye, eh? Well... 'Guess I always wanted that good ol' pirate look." She said.

Her whole body tensed, as she prepared to make her move when she felt the enemy's guard was down.

All it would take was a few quick motions for her to free herself, but it would all be futile if she was caught as soon as she tried to make a run for it.

With that in mind, she turned to Zsasz for a quick moment, pondering if his idea of leaving her to starve in those cuffs was merely a jest, or if he was serious. If he had been, well... It would certainly make her escape all the more easier.

She just wouldn't say it out loud, just incase that would kill any chances of that happening...​
 
Kidd Wilder
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Kidd smirked in response to what Rhea said.

"Woof~." She said slyly.

It seemed she was still quite feisty, even if she appeared to be captured and restrained.

As her head was lifted by Gene to meet Rhea's eyes though, while her own expression was largely neutral, she did kind of internally cringe at the sight. Eyeing Gene, she narrowed her eyes.

"Eye for an eye, eh? Well... 'Guess I always wanted that good ol' pirate look." She said.

Her whole body tensed, as she prepared to make her move when she felt the enemy's guard was down.

All it would take was a few quick motions for her to free herself, but it would all be futile if she was caught as soon as she tried to make a run for it.

With that in mind, she turned to Zsasz for a quick moment, pondering if his idea of leaving her to starve in those cuffs was merely a jest, or if he was serious. If he had been, well... It would certainly make her escape all the more easier.

She just wouldn't say it out loud, just incase that would kill any chances of that happening...​

"If you like it so much, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I gave you a matching look, hm?" Rhea spoke with a click of her tongue as she finished follwing Zsasz's instructions on patching herself up with the med kit.

Granted, she was sure she wouldn't be as skilled as Gene when it came to ripping out eyeballs, but if Kidd was so willomg to suggest it herself then who would she be to leave it like that? Maybe she'd get a new eye out of it? Or maybe get the girl to talk. "Eh, I'd rather hit you a couple times with a bat personally, but either works." She chuckled. She wouldn't resort to it yet, instead decided to just rough the pup up a bit before hand.

Smacking Kidd around a bit until she got bored, she grabbed the Hood by the face, speakinf more so to Zsasz. "You got a knife in here somewhere?" This was, mostly, for Penguin, but also for herself. She lost an eye after all! As Kidd said herself though, an 'eye for an eye'.

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"Oh, God... Ministry raised? Sounds like hell... not that they'd let you say 'hell' or all the fun words now, would they?" Ivy sniggered, her chin rolling onto her shoulders. As her chest heaved and rolled, her red hair became a quivering curtain, constantly teased by her fingertips. It was as if she was still getting used to her hair being as long as it was, its chewed tips of fire reaching down to her shoulder blades. "Honey!" Ivy hummed "I'd never date a guy named Richard!" She spoke as if the very idea of 'boys' was exciting and new, giggling like a school girl between each line. "I'd like my partner to have a nice, short name. Like Pat. Or Same. Or Harely. Yano, something that rolls of the tongue. Not 'Richard'!" She laughed again, her painted nails pulling at her lip. "I probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, sorry! Maybe 'adults' are supposed to take this stuff seriously... Guess I'm hardly a grown up then... maybe that's why Oswald doesn't respect me..."
Traci Aquabelle (Aurora Diaz)

"
Yup, ministry raised. Dad couldn't deal with his rebellious catholic girl, so he sent me off to the nuns. which is like totally stupid. Nope, couldn't say anything that even vaguely sounded like a swear word. I was even reprimanded for saying damn which quite frankly was totally quite like stupid of them." She seemed to be connecting with someone who was here and that was a lot better than it seemed to the rest of the people. " I have never had the best taste when it came to men, I blame the nuns, couldn't see another man outside of the old priest who looked like he was old and boney though. Yeah, it seems that a lesson I have yet to learn. Don't date guys whose name go on for a mile as it would seem," she said, looking over at her and smiled. Was it smart to go in for the kill or wait? Aurora had no sense for these things as she was forensics so it seemed best to be safe.... which was why she did the exact opposite. " Oh no, I haven't seen a thing taken totally seriously by like anyone in my whole life quite honestly. Is Oswald the man who is given you all that like trouble you know?"

Shirley Homestead
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Shirley wasn't usually the epitome of femininity and grace, but she knew how to clean up. She tamed her wiry copper hair to lie flat against her back, trailing down the black sequins that dotted her dress. On any other day, she would have gotten yelled at for wearing a dress to work, but despite the high stakes, she could let loose a little bit. Heels clicked against the dance floor as she scanned the party for places to look. She kept her eyes and ears open to the conversation Aurora was holding with this "Ivy" character. "Traci" seemed to be holding her ground, but perhaps it would be best to stick by, join the conversation in case things seemed hairy.

She danced her way towards Aurora and Ivy, pulling herself into the conversation. "Traci, are you still complaining to people about Richard? I can tell you what I told Traci here, If a man like that is giving you trouble, then he deserves anything that comes to him. Especially if it comes from you. Might as well raise a little hell for him."

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"Here ya go." Keeping Kidd's head anchored with one hand, Gene produced a knife from a hidden strap on his calf, handing it to Rhea. "Pardon the blood, I didn't have time to wash it, what with us bein' released from prison an' all."

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"Here ya go." Keeping Kidd's head anchored with one hand, Gene produced a knife from a hidden strap on his calf, handing it to Rhea. "Pardon the blood, I didn't have time to wash it, what with us bein' released from prison an' all."

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"Blood or no blood this'll do just fine." Rhea remarked as she took the knife. "Today has been pretty busy since we got out after all." She spoke as she grabbed Kidd by the face and held up the knife Gene offered rather close to the girl's face.

"Stay still now, yeah? You're gonna be a pirate real soon, and I don't wanna damage your eye too bad, I might just be able to use it myself." She spoke, before snorting softly in amusement. Man did Kidd irritate her so much, and the Hood ain't even said anything else that was irritating!

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