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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.

[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.

[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?"