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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[pulitzerwinner.livejournal.com]

Yawn. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaawn Yawn. Yawn, yawn. That's what the ace reporter is doing on her way into Cheney's Bar, that and reading her Blackberry. She wanders to a table, flops down, puts her laptop case in front of her, and looks around for someone to bring her something to drink.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

Mirror Master sits in a corner counting the money made from his most recent scheme. He'd be more worried about encountering some familiar faces here if he wasn't at at a table with a reflective surface that he could happily sink into if it came to it.

"Barkeep? Give me two Bluebirds. Ah'm expectin' someone to sit at this table wi' me, but ah'm not sure who yet." He keeps his eyes on the cash.

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

"Scotch on the rocks please."

A tall blonde in fishnets is at the bar, a wide grin on face.

The Black Canary's in a pretty good mood tonight.

Hey, after spending a week undercover for Oracle to bust a major drug dealing ring that had been running out of Metropolis and making its way into Gotham? She deserves to treat herself a little.