Not Another High Society Function
Characters: Bruce, Yuffie, Siegmund, anyone else that'd have an excuse to hang around
Setting: Some art gallery downtown
Time: Late Evening
Summary: Yep. It's another high society party. What'd you expect, with all of these high-class people hanging around? "Boring" and "Fancy" might as well go hand-in-hand... or so everyone thinks.
Warnings: None at the moment, though lulz are probably at hand.
Even if he was transplanted in a new town, Bruce quickly realized that some things never changed. One of those "said things?" Happened to be his knack for throwing parties. Unfortunately for Bruce, it seemed that his Haven self genuinely enjoyed attending these parties... though how he could manage it, not even the great Batman could figure out.
He had hired some catering business to take care of every little detail. Better to let them handle everything - after all, they knew this town and all of its businesses better than he did at the moment - right? Double-checking everything, he also casually wove between the crowds of people and casually made small talk with whoever he could find.
Half the time he didn't even recognize the person, but it seemed to work in his favor regardless. Huh. Guess he learned an interesting lesson tonight: no matter what world he was stuck in, high society parties never ever changed.
Setting: Some art gallery downtown
Time: Late Evening
Summary: Yep. It's another high society party. What'd you expect, with all of these high-class people hanging around? "Boring" and "Fancy" might as well go hand-in-hand... or so everyone thinks.
Warnings: None at the moment, though lulz are probably at hand.
Even if he was transplanted in a new town, Bruce quickly realized that some things never changed. One of those "said things?" Happened to be his knack for throwing parties. Unfortunately for Bruce, it seemed that his Haven self genuinely enjoyed attending these parties... though how he could manage it, not even the great Batman could figure out.
He had hired some catering business to take care of every little detail. Better to let them handle everything - after all, they knew this town and all of its businesses better than he did at the moment - right? Double-checking everything, he also casually wove between the crowds of people and casually made small talk with whoever he could find.
Half the time he didn't even recognize the person, but it seemed to work in his favor regardless. Huh. Guess he learned an interesting lesson tonight: no matter what world he was stuck in, high society parties never ever changed.