Wayne Foundation New Year's Eve Party, Gotham City, Tuesday, December 31
Bruce actually liked New Year's. There was something about changing the calendar, reevaluating where he was and where he was heading that appealed to him. The only tough part was getting to New Year's Day since he was Bruce Wayne, Billionaire Playboy. Sure, being here did some good for the Wayne Foundation. After all, people loved to see what the drunk rich kid did and what effectively nameless co-ed or disposable starlet he did it with. (Her name was Brittany. She was a psych major and she was very nice. Her father owned a shipping company that was starting to do business in Gotham. He would never see her again socially after tonight. See? Not actually nameless, just unimportant to the grand scheme once the press got their pictures.)
He did the dancing, he did the schmoozing, he gave Brittany a kiss to remember at midnight. But the whole time, his mind was on the rest of the week. Before classes started back up next week, he was going to a MMA workshop in Central City. There wasn't much in the way of specifics he could learn there, but they could help him blend things into a new style with all of his skills. And with that, he'd be another step closer to being ready.
The time was coming ever closer. But first, he was going to have to pretend to pass out in the bathroom so he could make the kind of exit that would excuse him from public life for a few days. "'Scuse me, Brittnnny," he slurred while giving a nod to Alfred. "I'll be back in a couple minnits."
Show time.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but I suppose it could be open for bathroom phone calls if anyone wants to make Bruce be completely disgusting.]
He did the dancing, he did the schmoozing, he gave Brittany a kiss to remember at midnight. But the whole time, his mind was on the rest of the week. Before classes started back up next week, he was going to a MMA workshop in Central City. There wasn't much in the way of specifics he could learn there, but they could help him blend things into a new style with all of his skills. And with that, he'd be another step closer to being ready.
The time was coming ever closer. But first, he was going to have to pretend to pass out in the bathroom so he could make the kind of exit that would excuse him from public life for a few days. "'Scuse me, Brittnnny," he slurred while giving a nod to Alfred. "I'll be back in a couple minnits."
Show time.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but I suppose it could be open for bathroom phone calls if anyone wants to make Bruce be completely disgusting.]