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Despite her loud and aggravated protests to Dinah and Zinda about 'wasting her time', with the exception of the first ten minutes in the club to get oriented, Babs has spent the entire time out on the dance floor. She's currently working on her fourth dance partner, the previous three all having been wimps taken a breather.

There are few things Barbara Gordon likes more than dancing, and even fewer things that she can still do in the chair. And her enjoyment is evident in the absurdly large grin on her face.

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[galwonder]

There are precious few things available to do in the city after dark these days, and this is one of only a handful of places that braves the risk of opening after dark. So when a girl and her man mentor brother tag-along-civilian wanted to hang out somewhere that's not her plane, they headed here, following the noise and the light.

There was some fuss at the door about letting in a girl as young as Sparrow - who has shed her cape and costume for jeans and a bright T-shirt, but still hasn'ttaken off her shades where Dick can see - but a combination of charming blue eyes, open friendly smile, and thirteen year old snarling resulted in Sparrow sneaking in the back and meeting up with him at the bar.

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Where he buys her an orange juice, with an expression that says don't complain, kid and a cheerful smile for the bartender.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[galwonder]

Hey, for Dick's information, Sparrow didn't want any of that nasty stuff.

"Keeping an eye on you," she says, hopping onto a barstool, where her feet don't even touch the brace.

"It's damn loud in here, isn't it?"

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"Popular place," Dick agrees, sipping his own juice. "Guess everyone just wants to party."

[galwonder]

"Hnnnn," Sparrow says non-commitally. "Been to places like this on investigations with Claw. Never could figure out how this is suppsed to be fun."

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"Wait till puberty hits," Dick suggests, smirking.

Even if he too seems quite content to sit on the sidelines with her.

[galwonder]

"That's what he said," Sparrow complains. "If it's going to make me act like a slutty moron, I'd rather not."

She can't help but look down at herself there. Her body is way ahead of her brain, there, and she doesn't like it.

"Seriously people," this directed at a couple a few yards away, taking advantage of one of the pillars surrouding the dance floor, though pitched so only people near her can hear, "do you have to make us watch it?

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"Well," Dick points out, totally not teasing at all, "there is an age limit, you know. For entry to these things."

[galwonder]

"And looked how that worked out," says the Claw-trained master sneaker and bluffer and getting-into-places-she-shouldn't-be-er.

She sips from her drink, unconsiously trying to make it look like it's a grown up drink for all her protestations.

[headed4hell]

Grace finds the nightclub purely by chance.

The farm is nice and all, but she hasn't exactly ingratiated herself to anyone, still half convinced Earl is going to yank her back to her present at any moment; why give him the satisfaction of playing along? Obstinate denial only gets her so far, however, and boredom is quick to nip at her heels. Especially now. Especially when she starts thinking of Rhetta, Ham, Clay, and even I'll-save-you-if-it-kills-me-and-ruins-your-day Johnny.

So, when listening in on someone else's conversation netted her news of Metropolis, she took off. She intends to explore; to find the law and have a few words. But in the meantime, a woman's got to hydrate and recreate.

Which is why she's leaning against a table -- tight jeans, tight shirt, tight red leather jacket -- swilling beer and making flirty flirty eyes at any man who stumbles her way.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

It isn't long before tight jeans meet tight leather pants and a crop-top. Longneck in hand, Goldilocks is on her first prowling circuit of the club. On spying Grace, she wanders over and props herself up against the same table.

"This sure beats the Cooper place doesn't it," she says, voice raised enough to be heard over the loud techno beat. Even in the poor light and wearing glasses, the Fable recognized the face from the farm. The fact that the woman seems to be gunning for a hook up as well means that they have something in common. Maybe they can help each other.

Alternatively, it's always possible that one of those flirtatious looks was being aimed at her. Goldy will be happy with either eventuality.

[headed4hell]

They hadn't been, and the look she shoots Goldy now is more knowingly amused than appreciative, but Grace has never been one of those women who views all others as potential competition. She's too confident for that. Mostly she thinks the Fable looks like she knows her way around, and that's never a bad sort of acquaintance to cultivate.

"Music's shit, but the beer's cold," she says by way of an answer, voice low and thickly accented. Grace always sounds on the verge of wry laughter, like she's waiting on a punchline. "Got a light?"

A cigarette dangles from her fingers, flicking up and down in time with the music.

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"If you've got a spare smoke," Goldy replies.

She pulls out a cheap Bic lighter from a front pocket and sparks a flame.

"I'm Goldy by the way. Otherwise known as Goldilocks. I'm a grown up version of the fairy tale character you may be familiar with. Immortal for the most part. Not originally from Earth, but I've been living on a farm in upstate New York for the past six hundred years or so. I got dumped in this crap-hole of a world a few weeks ago, from 2001."

[headed4hell]

Okay, so the woman wants to thinks she's Goldilocks. Whatever. One of Grace's best informants thinks he's Fred Astaire. He can barely do a waltz. At least this one has the requisite blond hair, and it looks real.

"Grace Hanadarko," she offers in return, around the cigarette now hanging from her lips. Lifting her knee, she pulls a soft pack of Camels from her boot. She'd rather a different brand, but hey; now's not a good time to get picky. Tapping the bottom until two cigarettes show their filtered ends, she moves the pack into Goldy's personal space. "Oklahoma City PD. You look good for your age."

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"Nice to meet you. And thanks," Goldy says, showing a grateful smile and taking one of the offered cigarettes. Another spark later, and she's inhaling happily from it. "I owe it all to oatmeal."

She fires a lazy smirk at Grace.

[headed4hell]

"Huh."

Grace shifts her attention back to the dance floor and takes a long drag. She puts her whole body into it, eyes drifting closed as the smoke hits her lungs.

"I owe it all to booze and great sex."

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Goldy chuckles knowingly and raises her beer in acknowledgment of the good call.

"I dare say they've had something to do with it in my case as well."

Appropriately, she follows up the comment with a gulp from the bottle.

"Looking for anything in particular tonight?"

[galwonder]

Still in the foul mood to end all foul moods, Sparrow stole a new shirt from a fire escape to replace the one covered in vomit, before dropping down again and striding in through the front door. The bouncer let her in this time. After the teenager scowls and informs her shortly not to let those two bastards in again, there's enough feeling of mixed guilt and respect for the crazy girl in the red shades.

Once inside, Sparrow wastes no time in pushing her way through to Dick and Babs.

"Hey, Wingman, can we go now, please?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Despite being wrapped up in seeing Dick again (she's missed him more than she'd admit), Barbara has enough presence of mind to see the girl's approach. She just didn't expect her to know Dick. She quirks an eyebrow up at him, "You picking up strays now?"

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"She's not a stray," Dick says, grinning down at her and sharing that grin with Sparrow. "She's an alternate universe me, I think. Sparrow, this is Barbara. Babs, Sparrow."

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Barbara's eyebrows almost, but don't quite, twitch. "Sparrow, huh?" She holds out a hand, "Nice to meet you. Where'd you run into this troublemaker?" she jerks her head at Dick.

[galwonder]

"Trying to break into my home," Sparrow says unhelpfully. She doesn't take the hand, but looks from Barbara to Dick, back, and ends on Dick again.

"Lemme guess, she's in your club, too?"

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"Babs is the club," Dick says, grinning at her. "Be nice."

HE HAS A BABS, EEE, SPARROW SHOULD BE NICER TO HIS BABS.

[galwonder]

"Right, sure."

Sparrow is not in any mood to be nice. He hasn't even noticed her shirt, and therefore he's FIRED from whatever it was he was a moment ago. She smirks at Barbara without warmth.

"Hey, Ms Gordon."

(She DOES NOT SAY 'sorry about the chair', but only just)

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara cocks her head slightly. "You okay?" she asks Sparrow. The smell isn't as strong as it might be...