After Action Review

[bana_grace]

Sleek leather chairs surround a conference table with a surface buffed to gleaming. Windows look out over a spectacular view of Metropolis. It's quiet, with barely even the hum of air conditioning stirring the calm

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[infinity_inc]

With a rush of air, the Top enters - landing in one of the posh seats, his angular momentum causing it to spin slightly.

"Gee, I hope he recognizes the quality of my work."

His tone is mock-earnest.

[nynecrymes]

Blake tilts his head, watching the Top's constant motion.

"I hope he's not blown out of his chair by that Oscar-level bad acting you did."

[infinity_inc]

"What, the part where I pretended to respect you as the squad leader? Some things are just hard to fake, Blake."

His smile could almost be described as challenging.

[nynecrymes]

He kicks back a bit, putting his hands behind his head. "No. Just the part where you actually looked proud to be in public wearing a green and yellow body sock."

"But hey, if you're going out, at least step fabulous, right?"

[infinity_inc]

"Gosh, a homosexuality joke. From the guy who was such a fan of Catwoman, he became her drag impersonator. Isn't that what they call irony?"

He looks around at the others at the table, for confirmation, nodding.

"Yeah, I think it is."

[nynecrymes]

"And that sparkling wit is just why you're a hit in the Iron Heights cabaret shows.

Either that, or you were the only man there that was big girl enough for Girder's...well, girder?"

[infinity_inc]

"Sit and spin, Catboy."

Dillon extends his middle finger, and gives Blake's chair a telekinetic twist.