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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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"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?"

"Nope. I'm telling you that I left them unsupervised in a city that, due entirely to you and Dinah, I am not responsible for. At least for tonight."

"If there's no city here tomorrow? Well, it's on your heads, not mine."

Zinda laughs. "All right. Now that's the attitude we want! C'mon, let's head in. They'll have to find us on their own."

"Hey, you never know, I might even let you convince me to drink something." Given Babs' typical avoidance of alcohol this is unlikely, but given that she would never have thought she'd even come out on the town she isn't about to rule it out when Zinda and Dinah are involved.

"Peer pressure," Zinda says sadly. "Terrible thing t'see."

She waves cheerfully to the bouncer, a seven-foot-tall woman with red hair and more tattoos than skin visible. "Heya, Gracie."

"Zinda," Grace returns, folding her arms and grinning down at the two of them. "You're not blowin' anything up in here tonight, are ya."

"Me?" Zinda protests, wounded, putting her hands over her heart. "I'd never!"

Barbara blinks. "Wait... is that what those funds requests you've been making are going to? Rebuilding clubs you've obliterated?"

"Only a leeeeetle bit." Zinda holds up thumb and forefinger to demonstrate. "And it's a very good cause."

Grace waves them in. She has yet to glance twice at Barbara's wheelchair -- but then, considering the usual crowd at Chaney's, a wheelchair's hardly worth a second look.

Once they're through the door Barbara has to raise her voice to be heard, "Was that who I think it was?" she asks with a jerk of her head indicating Grace.

"Sure was, Skip. Makes y'wonder who else is kickin' around this world with no idea of what their future selves're up to, don't it?"

Zinda glances back at the bouncer, and then, thoughtfully, at Oracle.

"She does good work, you know."

The Birds always need team members ... right?

Barbara quirks an eyebrow, "She does, but that's work. Remind me that she's around sometime tomorrow."

Like she was going to need reminding.

Zinda laughs. "Will do, Boss. Now, what'll you have first? The barman knows me..."