C'mon down, kids

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

It felt good.

REALLY good.

Good to be back behind the bar at Chaney's, pouring drinks and handling customers who didn't follow the rules. So far she'd had to toss two people out onto the sidewalk for fighting, and that other guy seemed to finally be waking up.

The place was bustling, and Grace wouldn't have it any other way.

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[plazmania.livejournal.com]

And Eel O'Brian is there in the Norm Peterson position at the corner of the bar to back her up if need be.

"Another pitcher down here, Gracie May!"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"You got it, stretch."

In short order a filled pitcher's slid in front of him, and Grace is leaning up against the bar next to it.

"I gotta tell ya -- it feels good to be back."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Plaz catches that slide with a catcher's mitt hand.

"It's good to have you back. Mind tellin' me where the hell you've been?"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Off fightin' the good fight, of course. And makin' a shit ton of money at the same time.

'Til the boss up and left. Things are still getting figured out up at the big guy's office, and until then, I'm happy to stay down here."

A wink at him, as Grace fetches her own pint of beer.

"And it gives me more time with handsome fellas such as yourself. What've you been up to?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know how it is - saving kittens from trees, punching aliens, being the shining knight of glory to easily impressed women."

Sounds sexier than 'puttering around Chicago trying to learn how to be a half-decent part-time father.'

"Who needed the good fightin'? And hey, you might wanna loosen that top - not quite enough cleavage showing."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"It has been too long -- I'm losin' my touch." Another button gets opened, showing a larger swath of creamy flesh.

"Better?" Her hands frame the displayed cleavage.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Here, let me give you some of that touch you're missing."

His hand stretch out and brazenly adjust her chest - and opening one more button on the shirt.

"There. Now you got a little stickum to keep your nips in, or do you care?"

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

What is she doing in Metropolis?

Hard to tell what Selina Kyle is doing in Metropolis. It might be that she's checking up on Max Schreck and his business dealings. It might be that she's casing some joint for something. Or it could be that she's just in need of some time away from the high society scene.

She's got he fingers raised toward Grace, though, looking for a drink.

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"And what can I do for you?"

The tall woman slides over to her, grinning widely.

"Though I gotta say -- not used to seeing your kind in a dive like this." Maybe it was the light hitting the giant rock on her left hand. Or the expensive shoes. Or the fact that this woman's face had been plastered all over the society pages in recent days.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"I've been in worse dives than this. Many, many worse dives than this."

Selina smiles at the tall woman, "I'll take a scotch on the rocks."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Ya know..."

Ice cubes clink into an old fashioned glass, followed by smooth amber scotch. She pushes the glass in front of Selena.

"Flashin' a rock like that, you might be askin' for trouble."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Selina sits up and looks around, gazing a full circuit of the bar before looking back toward Grace and her drink, "There are people here who could take it but I don't think there are any who could keep it."

One way or another.

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

Grace laughs; she can't help it.

"Much as I'd like to give ya the chance to work out some of whatever stress it is that you rich folks experience, it's kinda one of the rules -- no fighting."

Not that she thinks this one can't take care of herself.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar opens, Mirror Master standing in the frame, in all his green and orange glory. He's holding what looks like a slide projector under his arm, although it has a strangely futuristic look to it. The equipment looks very heavy, and the lens is pointed into the bar.

"Sorry to crash the party." *PING* The projector flashes repeatedly. "Tha's better. Although I may have to delete Plastic Man. No offence."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"'Scuse me a moment."

Grace vaults over the bar next to Selina and begins walking towards the door, towards the costumed figure.

"You wanna come in here with that? Show us some slides of your vacation or somethin'? 'Cuz if that's for startin' trouble, I won't be havin' you in here."

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"No need, no need..." Mirror Master flips out a vanity mirror, and the projector slides into it. "Et voila."

Smiling at Grace, he crosses his arms and leans in the doorway. "So this is one ah those lesbian bars, aye?" He eyes her from head to foot. "You know why they call 'em dykes? 'Cos they like to have fingers stuck in 'em."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

A snort of laughter and a raised eyebrow is Grace's response.

"That your best? Maybe you oughta go use that in a real lesbian bar and see how long it takes ya to get a real sense of humor beat into ya.

We accept all types here, even yours. Long as you keep in line, so's I don't have to kick you out myself."

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"Tha's quite okay, lassie." He winks. "Ah've got everythin' ah needed. An' anyway, ah'm on the run, so drinkin' in a bar with costumed heroes seems a wee bit like a stupid thing to do."

He makes to turn away. "Nice place you got here though. If ever you're up for doin' a private party, I know a couple a' guys that'd be interested."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Long as you got the money, Chaney's is open for hiring."

She's not moved from her spot, with crossed arms and a slight grin playing on her lips.

"This is a dive bar, after all -- anyone can come in, even jock scum like you."

[just-donna.livejournal.com]

Chaney's isn't somewhere that Donna often frequents.

Not that she doesn't go there from time to time of course.

She makes her way to the bar and takes a seat.

"Rum and coke please," she says, signaling Grace.

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

Grace looks over at the other woman.

"Comin' right up, sug." The man in orange and green gets a last look, and then she turns back to the bar, moving back behind it.

"Been awhile since you've been in here. Any special reason you're here?" Glass, rum, and coke. Mostly rum.

[just-donna.livejournal.com]

"Nothing too special," Donna says, taking a sip of the rum and coke in front of her, "Maybe I just wanted to visit you. How've you been Grace?"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Lil' ol' me? It really must be my lucky night, then."

She leans on the bar, propping her chin on her hands.

"I'm doin' fantastic, back in the groove here. And so far..." A look over Donna's shoulder at the costumed fellow, "everyone's behaving."

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"Och." Mirror Master has kept to a place near the door, and drinks a quick drink as he looks up to see Troia in the bar. "An' tha' about makes the set."

He stands up an makes his way over to the bar, briefly touching Troia on the arm.

*PING*

"How about a drink for the lovely lady?"

[just-donna.livejournal.com]

Donna turns at the touch on her arm.

"No thanks, " she says to the costumed man standing next her. She holds up her rum and coke, her wedding ring catching a glint of the light in the bar, "I'm all set."