At the Iceberg Lounge

[flightlessfelon]

The lounge was getting ready to open for the evening and Oswald was, as usual, brimming with excitement.  Another night, another set of possibilities.  Whole new worlds could open or close tonight. The band was ready, the staff was set, and Oswald was raring to go.

It had been a long day; he had spent much of it dealing with the bookkeeping

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[azure_avenger]

He's been making an effort to get out more - Ted has felt like something of a recluse for months, and now that most of his action as the Blue Beetle involves remotely piloting a robot substitute, he's feeling more like a hermit than ever.

Looking only slightly awkward in his dress clothes, he arrives to claim his reservation - dinner for one.

"I need to meet more women."

Ted mutters to himself, before greeting the Maitre'D with a smile.

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The maitre'd eyes Ted suspiciously for a moment.

"And you are..?"

[azure_avenger]

"Oh, uh - sorry. Ted Kord. I have a reservation for dinner.."

The maitre'd seems to think Ted looks a little out of place, but after verifying the reservation, escorts Ted to a table.

[azure_avenger]

Ted shakes the offered hand - his curiosity piqued - and nods in greeting.

"Ted Kord, nice to meet you. Yeah, I like the decor. Plus, it's always nice to hear of someone like Mr. Cobblepot turning their life around - reforming, so to speak."

[azure_avenger]

Ted shrugs a little.

"I'm regarded as something of a recluse, compared to the usual clientèle here - the glitterati of Gotham probably think of me as an anti-socialite."

He takes the napkin on the table before him and spreads it on his lap.

"Not that I'm averse to company - I just stay in, most evenings. And yourself, Anatoli?"

[azure_avenger]

Ted props his elbows on the table, folding his hands together.

"Electronics and technology. I'm an inventor - so I spend most of my time in the lab, and some of it in the board room. I'm sorry, did you say 'removal' man? What did that entail, if you don't mind my asking?"

[azure_avenger]

"Ohh, right - removal. Okay."

Ted had been considering the more sinister - and correct - possibility, but he quickly chalks up the choice of word to Anatoli's Russian background.

"It's not 'terrible' for me yet. I imagine Cobblepot wants the guests so soak up the atmosphere, and enjoy the spectacle for a few minutes before burying their noses in the food. I understand he's always had a flair for showing off."

[azure_avenger]

Ted raises an eyebrow at the poured drink, but he doesn't want to seem rude.

"Alright, I'll take one - but just so you know, I have to take it easy on this stuff. I have a heart condition.."

He takes up the glass - and after a moment's hesitation, takes a swig.

[azure_avenger]

"Not a problem. Good luck with that!"

Ted watches thoughtfully as the curious fellow departs, polishing off the remainder of the glass of whiskey.

"Whoof, that's got a kick to it.."