Post by Lesa on Sept 13, 2010 23:49:05 GMT -5
Selina lounged against the bar, idly tapping manicured nails to the for-once decent music blaring out of the jukebox. No country, no obnoxious rap - just decent, good beat, slightly calming (always good with this crowd) classic rock. The Eagles, Hotel California. Suited her just fine.
Oswald was in Arkham, somehow. Good, he couldn't stare at her, the lech. Eddie wasn't around, neither was Harvey. Pity. Her two decent conversationalists, unavailable. She sipped at her martini, surveying the crowd again. No other Rogues she could see, at the moment. Lots of groupies, henchwench wannabes and the tourists wanting the thrill of drinking with the infamous Rogues. She'd never been caught, and despite the fact that she knew all the Rogues, and near everyone knew she knew them, she'd managed to keep that she was Catwoman neatly under wraps. Just seemed to be one of the few locals that were at all comfortable with the Rogues to any reporter that managed to get in. Secrets within secrets within secrets.
Hmm... Cartier's was getting in a large shipment in the next few days, and her 'contacts' in Europe were always happy with anything she could manage. Green eyes flicked to Sly and she smiled at the bartender when he topped off her martini. If she happened to run into Batman, well, she could get lucky this time.
At least she hadn't run into Pammy. Having to deal with Ms. "Save-The-Trees-ALL-The-Trees" wasn't high on her want to do list. But at least talking to the fellow female Rogue would be better than sipping at her drink all by her lonesome. Did have Sly to talk to, if she wanted to talk, but since she had no sob-story to relate to the bartender, she didn't want to make the man's job any harder than it was, dealing with all the violate personalities that came in on a near daily basis. The 'Berg was the Rogues' Cheers. And Sly, for all he was good at his job and remembered everyone's special orders, was still mortal.
Oswald was in Arkham, somehow. Good, he couldn't stare at her, the lech. Eddie wasn't around, neither was Harvey. Pity. Her two decent conversationalists, unavailable. She sipped at her martini, surveying the crowd again. No other Rogues she could see, at the moment. Lots of groupies, henchwench wannabes and the tourists wanting the thrill of drinking with the infamous Rogues. She'd never been caught, and despite the fact that she knew all the Rogues, and near everyone knew she knew them, she'd managed to keep that she was Catwoman neatly under wraps. Just seemed to be one of the few locals that were at all comfortable with the Rogues to any reporter that managed to get in. Secrets within secrets within secrets.
Hmm... Cartier's was getting in a large shipment in the next few days, and her 'contacts' in Europe were always happy with anything she could manage. Green eyes flicked to Sly and she smiled at the bartender when he topped off her martini. If she happened to run into Batman, well, she could get lucky this time.
At least she hadn't run into Pammy. Having to deal with Ms. "Save-The-Trees-ALL-The-Trees" wasn't high on her want to do list. But at least talking to the fellow female Rogue would be better than sipping at her drink all by her lonesome. Did have Sly to talk to, if she wanted to talk, but since she had no sob-story to relate to the bartender, she didn't want to make the man's job any harder than it was, dealing with all the violate personalities that came in on a near daily basis. The 'Berg was the Rogues' Cheers. And Sly, for all he was good at his job and remembered everyone's special orders, was still mortal.
