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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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[the_calcium_tm]

It really took forever to find a red cape thingo outside of the Halloween season, but Jimmy managed to do it. His costume may not be as subtle as he'd like it to be. Ah, well. At least he decided to go without the bleeding tights.

'Sides, capes were removable. If his resolutions changed halfway through, all he had to do was take it off and pretend to be one of those blokes from Spain that taunted bulls and all that. To represent, erm. Daring. Or sommat.

At any rate.

Least it sort of protects from the cold. Jimmy knocks, because it feels off to him just simply wandering into someone's home.

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen hears someone knocking at the door, so she walks over and opens it.

"Superman!" She exclaims, "Oh! Are we nemesises? Or, are we buddies- fighting crime together?"

[the_calcium_tm]

Jimmy grins a bit. "Buddies, I think. 'S a new year, and all that. Let bygones be bygones."

He might've stolen that last bit from Kara.

"So long as we keep to our own colour schemes, yeah?"

[gwen_the_freak]

"Agreed. But, we both can wear our underpants on the outside, obviously."

Even though Gwen's not, she's more wearing a skirt type deal, she's pretty sure Batman wore his underwear on the outside, in the comics anyway.

"You keep it up with the red and blue, you American hero you. I'll go mope and be angsty with my black and gray."

[the_calcium_tm]

"'Cept for the pants bit, sounds brilliant." he's grinning a fair bit, now. "Feel the need to tell you that when'm not out leaping over buildings with a single bound and all that, my name's Jimmy." He even holds out a hand and everything. "And you're...?"

[gwen_the_freak]

"Gwen," She smiles at him,

"The hostess with the most-ess... Don't tell Kara I said that."

Gwen gestures to the bar and stripper poles, "Come! Drink! Strip!"

[the_calcium_tm]

"Mum's the word," he says, walking into the house.

Kara wasn't joking. There were stripper poles. Bleeding hell.

And, re: the drinks, "Erm... do you have any milk?"

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen tilts her head a little,

"Milk? You want some Kahlua in that?"

[the_calcium_tm]

Erm.

Well. "Just a bit. Designated driver'n all that."

Jimmy cannot possibly fathom a way that Caleb won't drink himself to occupying some foreign household furnishing in a distant corner of the penthouse. And someone has to make sure he's okay.

And, also. It's alcohol. So.

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen pours a few tablespoons into the glass of milk and hands him the cup,

"Enjoy."

[the_calcium_tm]

"Ta." Jimmy makes a little 'cheers' gesture and sips a fair amount. And then a little more. And then finishes the glass. Blimey.

Hands the glass back to her. "We've seconds here, yeah? That was Kahlua?"

That was delicious.

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen smirks at him and take the glass, filling it just about half milk, half kahlua. A little more than a splash.

"Seconds, thirds, fourths. Drink up!"

[the_calcium_tm]

"Don't mind if I do."

Because. Hullo, Kahlua.

"What's the resolution for Batgirl, then?"

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen smiles and takes a swig of the Kahlua,

"To have just as good of a New Year's Eve party as Batman. Him and his girlfriend are having one now, so I want mine to be up to snuff."

[the_calcium_tm]

Jimmy laughs. "Batman's having a New Year's Party?"

[gwen_the_freak]

"With his wife. Masquerade. I think Kara's idea was much more original."