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[redshirtatwork]

For all that buildup, this giant mythical reputation she's built up, Mrs. Fitz... what is it, now...? well, her party really doesn't seem that bad. Sure, her home is a little Rococo. And pink. And there's that dog. And the hostess herself, flitting about and trying to talk up every seemingly-available male in the place

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[35_minutes_ago]

If these people stopped having fundraisers as an excuse to throw parties, and actually did something, Gotham would be a better place. First of all, there would be less boring parties.

Sometimes, there are interesting people, though, interesting conversations or genuine opportunities. It is worth going for reasons other than maintaining appearances, or Adrian would put more effort into a solid excuse to avoid them.

Anyway, he's here, drinking something that is not alcohol, and eating something that is not meat.

[i_own_this]

Who needs excuses? Beside people who haven't spent time building up an image as a boorish idiot...

Not that that seems to be working out for Bruce. He's here too, after all. And appearing with surprisingly suddenness just behind Veidt.

"Adrian! Oh, hey! Are those samosas?"

[35_minutes_ago]

Adrian doesn't notice Bruce before he speaks up, but he doesn't startle, either. "Ah, Bruce, yes. These are very good." Oh, thank god. Now he can pretend that he wants to be here along with Bruce. He smiles. "Enjoying the party so far?"

[i_own_this]

"I just got here, honestly. But if there's Indian food, that's got to be a good sign."

He briefly considers grabbing one of the little pouches of fried vegetable joy off of Adrian's plate, but -- no, that's too much for even him, really. "How about you?"

[agent_m0thman]

Free food, free unsupervised booze, Dib is happy. Well, as happy as he can be in a suit. And would you look at that, he managed to tame his hair down and is wearing a set of contacts.

As long as he doesn't say anything, he might look like he belongs here.

[i_own_this]

Some people don't have problems recognising a person even when they comb their hair and wear contacts, you know.

Not that this is anything for Dib to be worried about, right?

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" asks the cheerful fellow with the glass of champagne.

[agent_m0thman]

Some people need to watch more TV. Or read more papers. Because unless Dib stands above Bruce and looks at him from a 3/4 angle, he's not going to know who he is.

"I, uhm... I don't think so?" Bruce doesn't look like anyone who works in the Universities Computer Sciences Department....

[i_own_this]

"Sure I do! Um... hmm." This is tricky, here. "Madrid?"

[i_own_this]

Bruce arrives late -- big surprise -- but he does arrive, and before too long, has lost his date in the crowd, and acquired in exchange a glass of what is presumably champagne.

Time to move through the masses of high-income humanity, making empty small talk with acquaintances, flirting with anyone pretty enough, and maybe even initiating conversation with anyone who actually looks interesting.

Fun times.

[paintfromlife]

There is a nice young gentleman here in a clean, well-fitting suit and nice black gloves, and a professional-grade digital camera. (And the photographer's pass that let him get the camera in here.) His hair is newly cut, and styled so that a nasty healing spot on his scalp is hidden.

When he converses with people, he has a distinct Boston accent, and is of course very polite.

[agent_m0thman]

Boston accent? Boston accent!? Oh thank god, Pickman is here. Or his respectable twin.

Here, have Dib's respectable twin. "The bar, it is free!"

Almost respectable.

[paintfromlife]

Who the hell is this GQ motherfucker, coming up to him and telling him about the bar? (Which is excellent news, no lie, but confusing from a complete stranger.) Oh, well. He'll play it by ear. A big old smile!

"Ayuh? How is it?"

[agent_m0thman]

"Fantastic. No id check as well, which is fantastic as well."

Dib may not be aware that Pickman have no idea who he is. Because this might be his third Gin and Tonic. Free bar!

[housepital]

House is late. He would not be here, but the board insisted this would be good for the asylum, and if he didn't go, he was going to have to deal with budget cut paperwork. He's mostly certain they've been consulting with his old dean of medicine.

So he's very late.

[agent_m0thman]

As late as House is , it is not late enough.

Because Dib is still here, abusing the bar.

"Dr God, I presume?"

[housepital]

Starting, House looks around with exaggerated alarm.

"Hush, you'll ruin my cover!"

Now, who are you again?

[agent_m0thman]

"Sorry, sir. It seems a lot of people are trying to play respectable tonight."

Dib is aware that House probably has no idea who he is. He's okay with that, for the moment.