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[gwen_the_freak]

Free drinks.
Stripper poles.

What more could you want?
Enjoy the spacious penthouse and add rooms as you see fit. Gwen hasn't finished exploring the place, so whatever you choose is fine.

Have fun!

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[i_warren]

Warren has come to the party dressed as himself on Kara's advice and his own personal reflection. He's still a little tired from the drive back from Maine. There's a cut on one of his fingers from whittling.

This will be the first time he's actually seen Kara since what will be referred to as 'the incident'.

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen all but bounds over to Warren. Gwen doesn't bound, however, she is exceedingly pleased with her leathery Batchick costume. Her excitement is crushed when she sees Warren- costumeless.

"Warren! Where's your costume? Are you saving it for the strip... pole dancing?"

[i_warren]

Warren beams.

"Woah. Batgirl. Sweet. That's very hot."

He straightens the cuffs of his own button down shirt.

"I'm dressed as not caring about what other people think about me," he lies. "But that's not my resolution. So you've resolved to be a caped crusader?"

[gwen_the_freak]

"Ah, very admirable non-resolution."

Gwen adjusts her cape,

"Not exactly. My resolution is to have a party just as awesome as Batman's. Besides, I look way better in leather than he does, and his birthday parties slash new year's party usually end badly. I think I've got a pretty good advantage."

[i_warren]

"Thumbs up from me," Warren assures her. "Is that leather, or pleather? Or plastic?"

Her ass, as usual, is very interesting.

"Are you going to ride the pole?"

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen looks down at her costume,

"I'm actually not sure. Maybe a lethally sexy combination of all three?"

Gwen eyes the strobe lighting stripper poles,

"Probably."

[i_warren]

"Excellent. Excellent. I greatly approve."

Warren can imagine the squeaking sound the material will make as she goes around the pole.

[gwen_the_freak]

Squeaking is always an issue. It's a shame.

"Are you going to be dancing, Mr. Meers? Or should I call you Candi or Fluffi?"

[i_warren]

"Noooo," Warren says, waving that thought away. "No dancing from me."

Doesn't the pole have a weight limit?

[kara_marie]

"Warren," Says Kara. "Is more of the pole spectating variety than the pole performing variety. Poles totally require both, you know."

Afterall, dancing isn't quite so fun without an audience.

She'd seen Warren from where she'd been pouring extra bottles of vodka into the slushie machine, but it had taken her a moment (and two more slushies... imagine the icecream headache) to go greet him.

"I like your costume." She tells him. "You clearly came as a pole dancing judge."

[i_warren]

"Exactly," Warren says with a nod.

Kara sure is showing off a lot of Kara tonight, and it's suddenly hard not to picture Tucker holding her. Warren tries not to frown.

[kara_marie]

She was more holding on to him, you know, for dear life. There wasn't any cuddling or anything. She wishes there had been some cuddling. But, you know, bathroom and wasted and, well.

She has a slushie for you, Warren.

"Here, have a slushie. They're good."

Her own special recipe.

And she notices the beginings of a frown and doesn't comment, but adjusts her garter instead.

[i_warren]

He sticks the straw in his mouth to mask his facial expression. He pictures her mouth wide, head thrown back. He can hear Tucker groaning in his head.

"Thanks. How's, uh, it going?"

He doesn't actually sound that interested.

[kara_marie]

There wasn't any of that, either.

"It's okay. I mean, it's good. I mean, I'm good."

She's trying to think of what to say to make this feel normal. She'd watched him talking to Gwen and he'd seemed like Warren, just like Warren, just as he was supposed to be. But now he seemed different somehow and she couldn't work out if that was her guilt making her see that or if it was really happening.

"How're you?" She asks.

[i_warren]

But Gwen was wearing leather.

"Not bad. Maine was cool. Cold, actually. Pretty cold."

And that's why he's so stiff right now, see? Also it's a party, so Warren's naturally uncomfortable.

[kara_marie]

And Kara is wearing, well, not very much.

"It's winter." They're talking about the weather. She is making small talk about the weather. This is really freaking lame. "Winter is pretty cold and all."

Kara is getting stiff, too. And her arms are folded across her chest and the smile on her face is feeling forced.

There's a moment of really strained silence which is broken when -

"Warren," Kara says, with a really inappropriate amount of passion in her voice. It just comes from nowhere and it's really all she can manage not to do something ridiculous like burst into tears or throw herself at his feet. Dramatics are her forte. "Can we, I don't know, sit down or something?"

Maybe to talk, maybe not to. She doesn't know.