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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.
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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"Add in the fact that we had to live in fucking secret because of our special talents and longevity, and because the animal Fables can talk, of course. Then you're somewhere close to the full crappiness of the situation."
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"And I thought having a brother who's a priest was bad."
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"Ugh. That does bite."
"Let me guess, he's drove you to atheism before you got out of your teens."
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"No. But he's determined to drag me out of it."
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She gives Grace a wink, then gooses some random guy's ass as he wanders past. He turns around sharply, bewildered and hopeful all at the same time, only for the Fable to laugh, shake her head and make a shooing gesture.
"Hah! No. Never in a hundred years. Sorry, chum."
His shoulders slump and he trudges off dejectedly.
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"Hey, man. Hang in there. You might have a chance in a thousand," she calls after the guy.
Finishing off her latest beer, Grace gives Goldy a significant look and sashays over to another bartender. She's small, but there's a lot of power packed into her petite frame, along with a lot of anger and force of will, so she has no trouble jumping up on the bar. Her ass hits with a loud smack, and both legs swing out and over nearby glasses and beer bottles until she's facing the bar back. She hooks a leg around the 'tender's waist, right up to her thigh. Pulling him forward, she plants a kiss on him that he's not likely to forget anytime soon, and smiles against his lips.
"My friend and I are gonna switch to Jack. Bring some over, would ya? Thanks."
Grace lets him go and hops down, tipping an imaginary hat and grinning at the whoops and applause a few people hanging near the bar send her way.
"Getting bartenders' attention is such a bitch."
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"Very nicely done!" she laughs.
Once Grace is re-situated, the Fable slings a companionable arm round her shoulders.
"You're something else, girl. And the best thing is: you know it. That makes you pretty fucking cool in my book." She gives the other blonde a dangerous smirk. "This place isn't going to know what hit it when we're through."
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"I'll drink to that."
Take that, Earl.