The Chili Party continues

[lanternslight]

Hal leads Arisia onto the dancefloor, taking a brief look around the crowded bar.

The room is full of heroes. Friends. Allies.

So many people. Superman showed. Wonder Woman showed. Jay and Joan are here. Booker and Plaz have crashed it.

Oh, yeah, he thinks as he pulls Arisia in close for a dance, it's good to be alive.

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[jla_extras]

Unnoticed by Hal, a chimp wanders into the bar, orders a rum and coke, and sits back, human-watching.

Aw, yeah. Free booze, plus someone around here probably has some info about his case.

[12thlevelmind]

A familiar face. A nonhuman one, but familiar.

Detective Chimp, I presume.

[jla_extras]

"Hey, Brainy," he smirks. His breath reeks of alcohol. "Figured out what's causing all the reality warping yet?"

[12thlevelmind]

Not yet. I have several theories, but -

In any case. If you see Stargirl, please detain her? Make sure she doesn't leave? Word has it that she has a Cosmic Rod now that was given to her by "Santa" - I want to examine it.

[allstargal]

*Danette doesn't really know why she's here, and now -- much to her own surprise -- she's finding that uncomfortable. Oh, she seems comfortable, even if not many here actually know her here.

Maybe she should've just ignored the invite. Still ... it was good to see Alan, albeit briefly. And nice tlaking to that Kal guy ... and it doesn't take being a super spy to figure out who that was. But now he's off with Wonder Woman.

She shrugs.

Jay's around somewhere. So is Jeff.

She fidgets.

"Oh God" she thinks. "You can blend at a Middle-Eastern weapons convention. Don't turn into a wallflower here."

The difference, of course, is she never really wanted to enter the arms dealer's world. Or any of the numerous other places she's been. Here ... she very well may.

[jla_extras]

"Danette!" a familiar voice calls. "Why, it's so nice to see you!"

[allstargal]

Danette turns and a wave of relief washes over her face.

"Joan! Oh my goodness, it's good to see you!"

[jla_extras]

"It's so good to see you, too," Joan smiles, offering Danette a hug. "Why, seeing you like this... it makes me feel younger, too."

[martian_manhunt]

J'onn approaches John Stewart. "John, do you have a moment?"

[theotherlantern]

John turns, a little bit surprised with who enters his field of vision.

"Always got time for you, J'onn," comes the reply, as he sips on his beer. A bit more relaxed than usual... but he'll probably sense some tension creeping back into his muscles at the realization of what he just might be about to hear.

Man's never forgiven him for Xanshi. Which is only fair, since he's never forgiven himself, either.

[martian_manhunt]

"I wanted to speak to you after the Tribunal, but with Ra's' plague... I'm afraid I didn't get the chance."

[theotherlantern]

"That's probably because I lit out early. What's on your mind?"

[connor_hawke]

Lian managed to make Roy AND his dad blush. Normally, that would be horrible, but Connor just thinks that when she is older and dating, he can tease her about it and get her just as red.

Now Roy and Donna are getting themselves on the same page (hopefully), while his dad is up putting the "finishing touches" on his Hiroshima chili.

He walks up to Dinah, warmly shaking her hand. "It's so good to see you after all this."

[_black_canary_]

"Hey, Connor." She manages a smile that doesn't quite make it to her eyes. "Hell of an evening, huh?"

[connor_hawke]

"Hell of a..." He shakes his head. "And Roy...whoever wrote up the curse of 'may you have a kid exactly like you' must have him in mind." He laughs a bit at that statement.

"But, you're good for my Dad, and you're a good friend besides that. Whatever you and he decide, I will respect it."

[_black_canary_]

"Thanks, Connor. I, uh, we...." She looks around. "I love my goddaughter, but her sense of timing needs a little work."

[faceless_freak]

CRASH.

Abruptly, a man in a trenchcoat smashed through the window with a graceful leap and a flip, landing on his feet. Standing there in silence for a moment, a faceless man lifted his head and glanced around silently.

"..."

What's this? Free food? How delightful.

"..."

And music! And dancing!

"...Hrm."

And that was all he had to say about his entrance, before walking further inside as if nothing had happened. Broken glass? Pish posh, not HIS fault. Don't be silly.

[hawk_shay]

Shayera blinks, stares, and then claps a hand over her mouth as she shakes with silent laughter.

Recovering quickly, she greets him with a wave. "Thanks. I needed that."

[faceless_freak]

Hrm? Ah.

He noted her with a nod and a brief wave of a gloved hand. "Hello, Shayera." Without much of a thought, he brushed off from glass from his jacket and battered fedora.

[alt_minds2]

Wierdness. This was as wild as that Grateful Dead concert her parents took her to as a kid.