Maybe Thea'd had a drink or two too many, but she wasn't exactly wasted. She was in that nice spot where taking risks seemed like a good idea. And of course, her bad idea chose that moment to walk onto the dance floor. Tommy Merlyn, her brother's best friend. The man who'd been like a brother to her since Oliver'd died. Even when she hadn't wanted a brother at all.
She had another sip of her drink for courage - or maybe for luck - and went over with him.
"You are going to dance with me," she informed him.
Pfft. Let's go the /whole/ way with this, hmm? Felix | Golden Sun via milliways_bar | nothing sexual
[There was a certain freedom to being dead, as the late Irene Adler had realized. Having faked said death (with the help of one consulting detective) she was now free to skip about the world, to discover its secrets in a way that did not necessarily require the discretion of the dominatrix.
And her travels have brought her farther than she would have expected, like this particular nightclub and its myriad people, all of them wearing their secrets like puzzles on their faces. She held a glass of wine, red of course, in one hand, a superficial gesture, as she watched the crowds.
Eventually she smiled, wove her way through the bodies dancing and talking and being painfully obvious, until she slid into an empty chair at a not-so-empty table.]
I hope you don't mind.
[Her tone is friendly, but there's something in it that's used to command, a certain sense of not actually caring if her new tablemate minded.]
Up on the balcony, Tim can easily review his options. He's here on an undercover mission, which is probably why he doesn't look all that excited to be at one of the hottest new clubs in Gotham City. It's not his usual thing, certainly, but at the same time, he's good at wearing masks.
Like father, like son.
Today, Tim is dressed down. A pair of trendy jeans, a band tee, sneakers: he looks like any regular kid with a fake ID and time to party.
[The plus of being an extrovert in an unknown situation is that it's fairly easy just to go with whatever is going on. While he doesn't much appreciate what the loud, thumping music is doing for his ears, Garrett can appreciate a crowd of people wanting to have a good time. When the floor starts getting too crowded, he's one of the first ones to impulsively jump up on the stage, ignoring the obvious stares that he's already been receiving all night.]
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