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Metropolis is basically, yeah, Zinda's favourite place. It's hopping with life, people and parties and shops, and it's crammed full of folk who know the world's ended and just want to party.

Which suits the Birds fine.

Chaney's is a well-known meta club in Zinda's world, and apparently that much held true through the apocalypse; the inside is crammed full of humans and metas both, dancing and drinking and making a hell of a lot of noise. Zinda would really kinda like to be inside with them. Where the hell's the rest of her party?

Goldy and Claire should be out of the bathroom any time soon. Dinah and Babs are still off somewhere doin' something. It's not like Spoiler and her Not-My-Boyfriend-Zinda-Okay to be late for a rendezvouz; vaguely, Zinda's beginning to worry for anyone in their immediate vicinity, should they have found trouble. But everyone'll turn up soon, surely.

In the meantime: there's a tall, statesque blonde in uniform with a ridiculously short skirt, leaning on the bricks outside Chaney's and surreptitiously lighting a cigarette while the Skipper's not around.

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Correction: the Skipper wasn't around. Babs clears her throat loudly. "Cigarettes at your age?" she teases.

Zinda grins at her and waves the cigarette.

"M'birth certificate says I'm a lot older'n you, Skip. Where've you been?"

"Precisely my point. At your age a woman can't afford to be careless with her health. In fact I'm pretty sure you'll have to give up alcohol too."

Barbara's smirk grows wider as she answers cryptically, "I've been getting ready."

"Gettin' ready? Why, Boss, anyone'd think you were planning a night out on th'town."

"If you and the esteemed Dinah Lance are going to go to all the effort to kidnap me and force me out here, I might as well play along," Barbara laughs. She won't say thanks... yet, at least.

Zinda takes another drag and then flicks her cigarette out of sight, grinning.

"You sure better. I can't wait t'see you tearin' up the dance floor."

Barbara's smile falters for just a moment but she shakes of the melancholy impulse. "You know it. I'll knock 'em dead. There won't be a man there who can keep up with me."

"Duh," Zinda says expressively, grinning down at her.

"So tell me where've the others got to?"

"Nuh uh," Babs laughs. "I'm not on duty. You insisted, remember? And that means I'm not keeping track of anyone else."

"Sooo... you're telling me you left Spoiler unsupervised? And Goldilocks? In a city we're responsible for?"

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"Holee sh-" Thomas actually manages to walk into a wall as he checks Zinda out, with no tact whatsoever. Dear god, that skirt is SHORT.

He prys his face off the bricks work, still gazing at her, the impression of bricks staying on his face like silly putty. "Ow."

Zinda lifts an eyebrow at him, slow grin spreading over her face.

"Whoops?"

He takes a moment to reshape his face into something rounder, with less flat bits, before responding. "Er, yeah, uh, hi."

He's this close to drooling, seriously.

"Putcha eyes back in your head," she advises him, not unkindly. "I'm on a mission with my girlfriends.

"...but look me up later in th'night and buy me a drink, yeah?"

He snaps off a salute. "Yes ma'am!"

"Sorry!"

Dinah looks half flustered, half amused when she turns up that little bit late.

"You've not eaten yet, right?"

"Without you? We wouldn't dare. Well, actually, we did."

Zinda pats her pockets and removes a half a pastry, wrapped in napkins.

Brightly: "Saved y'some though!"

Dinah shoots Zinda a sulky glare. And takes the pastry anyway.

"Where'd you get this? Benny's or the Angelinos'?"

"Neither -- the 8-12 at the end of the street." Zinda grins at her, stubbing out her cigarette on the wall beside them. "We wouldn't have gone somewhere decent without you. I like my ribs how they are.

"Skip's already inside. Where've you been?"

"We got mugged," Dinah explains, biting into the pastry with the hand that's not dusting something unseen off her jean hips. "I had to go give a witness statement."

Because of how he's such a fine upstanding citizen.

Zinda snorts. "Hope you didn't beat him too badly. I hear the local cops look down on that sorta thing."

"I didn't."

Dinah is innocent of all wrongdoing! "Anyway, the local cops like me. Once a cop's daughter, always a cop's daughter."

Even though Larry retired from the force before she was born. Shush.

"Sure, sure, soldier."

She glances up the street towards the 8-12 and then back. "I could go another pie while we wait for the kids. You?"

Dinah has taken a bite of this pastry now.

"Not if it's like this one," she says. "Anyway, I think the kids might be a while. Let's get some real food."