What a nice surprise, bring your alibis [Open to all - Cheney's Bar, Metropolis]

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

Someone's got that tune playing on the jukebox.

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Grace doesn't care one way or the other, and just keeps serving up the drinks.

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[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"Oh, his money's perfectly good." A quick move with one hand and the cash is swept off the table.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

Mirror Master doesn't move as his money goes flying, but does clench his teeth. That cash was hard-earned, and a Scotsman likes his money where he can see it; not spread over a cheap bar.

"Yeh're both lucky ah'm in a good mood, and tha' ah already copied all o' it. Some a' yeh backwards Americans donni' seem to notice when Georgie Washington's face is on a note backwards." He moves a hand to one of his guns. "So wha' does Piss in Boots want wi' me?"

[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

"Just answers. Relax, this isn't a personal visit. I've got more business with the bitch, than her gun." He gives a sideways glance to the mirror weapon.

"and if I was after you? My friend, you'd never see it coming. But, onto business...I want the tech. There's reasons and uses that it can be adapted for. Not to worry either, you'll be compensated quite well, and without a receipt or any sort of track to it. My markers are damned good these days."

Catman sits forward, clasping his fingers together. "So...can I tempt you?"

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

If McCulloch is intimidated by Blake, he doesn't show it. To him, Catman is just one of those washed-up Gotham villains. "Yeh think ma mirror technology can jus' be bought? Listen pal, there's a reason there's only one Mirror Master runnin' aroond. Ah'm not sellin' anything."

He taps the gun at his side. "Sayin' tha'? If yeh really need to use it, ma services can be purchased. Ah'm the only one with the knowhow ta use it, so if yeh need it, ah'm your man."

[nynecrymes.livejournal.com]

"You're assuming that I want to work with you here. You're a Keystone man, McCulloch. And I know that you boys like to stick with your own." Blake's favorite, a White Russian, is brought over shortly after.

"But say a man like me was looking for a one-time edge, or an illusion just for very low-usage. Could you be the well purchased man I'm looking for to provide it?"

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"White Russian, eh? Well, stands to reason that yeh like sommit' akin to a saucer a' milk..." He rubs his chin in thought.

"Yeah, okay. Ah think ah can get you a one-shot mirror device, which'll bring into this world a double of your good self, who should be easy enough ta control. If yeh're actually thinkin' of a series of fake Catmen, well, the option is there to hire me."

He has a drink of his Bluebird, and puts the glass back on the table. "Shall we say $25K for somethin' wee and disposable?"