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[redshirtatwork]

For all that buildup, this giant mythical reputation she's built up, Mrs. Fitz... what is it, now...? well, her party really doesn't seem that bad. Sure, her home is a little Rococo. And pink. And there's that dog. And the hostess herself, flitting about and trying to talk up every seemingly-available male in the place

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[beautyinbroken]

Somewhere amongst all these people there is a very fetching young lady in a very dark blue dress, occasionally talking to people and handing out business cards for Stark Holistic. Several think she's Judah's daughter (which is odd considering she doesn't look much like him), at least two think she's Judah's girlfriend (and Livvie thinks they are two very special people, in the worst definition of the word), but enough spend time having to remind themselves to look up when they speak to her that she is fairly certain there will be some clientele after this week.

Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it. Besides, Livvie is the paragon of politeness tonight. Even after two rum and cokes.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim left his 'police officer' hat at the office. Which is why he's not going to make any comment about the fact that he's seen at least two drinkers here who should not really be allowed near the bar. If the boy, who Jim thinks might be somebody here's son, get drunk and falls in the punch bowl, Jim's not concerned.

But the girl who's handing out business cards. She kicks off his parental instincts. Even when he finds out who the cards are for.

So he'll smile politely at Livvie when he walks near her and then give a glare to the guy who's eyes have fallen in her cleavage.

[beautyinbroken]

Livvie will not point out that the entire purpose of this ensemble is to get them to look. If they equate homeopathic medicine with boobs, well.

Not her problem, is it?

The guy, however, recognizes Gordon from the news and plays a fast beat of am-scray, which allows Livvie then to turn and smile at Gordon in return.

At least she's not walking around with the drink in her hand (anymore) right? "Are you having a good evening, Commissioner?"

What, she's native.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim knows that's the point, he just doesn't have to like it.

"It's alright, I suppose. Are you in Mr. Starks employ, or just a very happy client?"

[beautyinbroken]

"I am, in fact, his secretary. Despite what you may hear to the contrary, tonight." One gossiper in particular gets a slight glace before Livvie smiles at Gordon again. "Samantha McKenzie. A pleasure." Have a handshake.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim will take that handshake. "So he sent you out to find more clientele? Or did you request this gig so you could enjoy the company of the super rich."

Yes, it sounds very weird to here Jim say 'gig'. He's just trying to make conversation while he tries to scare away men will ill intentions, okay?

[beautyinbroken]

"I am, in fact, on the clock!" Bright smile. "But I like Mrs. Fitz and she would tell me all about these parties so I was curious to see."

They are very scared, Jim, good work. "How about you?"

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim is now having to rethink his opinion of Livvie.

"You... you like Mrs. Fitz?" Jim might look around as if saying her name might cause her to appear. She scares him.

[beautyinbroken]

"I like a lot of people." Which is to say it takes a lot for Livvie to dislike someone. "She's really just lonely and besides, a good two-thirds of my job is talking to her on the phone."

No, really. Livvie timed it one week.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim guessed Mrs. Fitz was lonely. As she may have mentioned it before he managed to escape. "I'd have thought talking to her would be Dr. Starks job."

[beautyinbroken]

"No, it's the receptionist's job. Treating her is Dr. Stark's job." Warm smile. "Granted, I'm not sure her loneliness can be treated."

[agent_m0thman]

After much searching and eating nibbles and drinking gin and tonics and avoiding (or not avoiding) people who claimed to know him, Dib has found Livvie again. And not in the arms of any billionaires.

"Hey, you! You disappeared, but I found Pickman and he thought you might have gone off with Bruce Wayne. You didn't go off with Bruce Wayne, right? Cause I met him, he was okay, but I can't compete with that. And oh, House is here! And I got my job back!" Dib is going to take a drink to celebrate!

[beautyinbroken]

"Hey-ey. I did not, in fact, go off with Bruce Wayne." Kinda vapid for her taste, really. "Yay for job! Glad you're not driving." And Dib gets a kiss for his tipsy trouble.

"I passed out lots of cards."

[agent_m0thman]

Dib likes kisses! And jobs! And cards! And girlfriends who didn't go off with Bruce Wayne! And not driving! But what he really likes, is the open bar.

"Awesome! Mrs. Fitz little dog is weird. I tried to feed it a mini quiche but it tried to drink from my glass instead. It has a drinking problem. Does Judah know of an AA group for dogs? It needs an intervention."

[beautyinbroken]

Yes and Livvie can tell. She isn't going to say anything about it (unless or until he falls over, literally).

"Well. I wouldn't be surprised if she let it drink from time to time. There isn't an AA for dogs, but I'll be sure to ask Judah tomorrow." Looping an arm through his in an attempt to give him more balance.

[agent_m0thman]

Dib has balance. He just left it by the open bar, where it wouldn't get broken.

"So she's an enabi.... enabill.... enabilererer. One those people who enables. Enables dogs to drink! Or drives them to drink, and then enables their drinking!" Oh no!