Gotta Love DC

[mrs_dibny]

Sue was always closer to her two weird uncles than she ever was to the rest of the family - even her own parents. Uncle Manny died before she met Ralph but he gave her three very valuable abilities: the ability to speak (and swear in) Yiddish, the ability to play poker and figure odds for the ponies, and, lastly, an appreciation for who did what

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[amanda_waller]

Waller finds these social events a nessesary evil these days. She prefers doing field work where there are fewer questions. With Pete Ross in office, politics have become more important as a means of keeping your job. Anyone who had been apart of the Luthor era has been met with constant scrutiny. Waller has seen her share and scared away most of her detractors.

She swirls her drink, the ice cubes clattering against the glass and each other. It's better than listening to a droning IRS Chief of Accounting.

Just keep smiling Waller, Boomerbutt was more annoying than any politician. Her smile broadens with memories of leaving Captain Boomerang on a deserted island.

[mrs_dibny]

"I think I probably need to talk to you tonight," Sue says casually as she breezes up to Waller, knowing damn well who she is. "Susan Dibny. I've been appointed liaison between the JLA and the UN."

[amanda_waller]

"Of course", Waller excuses herself from the IRS Chief taking advantage of a break in the crowd to follow Sue anywhere else.

[mrs_dibny]

Sue is good at this. She moves off to a table off to the side of the dance floor where the string quintet is not projecting, but their conversation will be blocked by much of the ambient noise.

"I see that you're still in superhuman affairs. Looks like you've been promoted out in the open, too. Congratulations."

[hotshot1280]

Trevor stands off to one side, watching the dog-and-pony show. His usual mop of hair is combed back, and most of his own teammates probably wouldn't recognize him in his "other" work clothes, a conservative black suit and a tie. The invitation in his pocket had come at the cost of more than a few favors that people owed him, but such a function less than a month into a new administration was sure to be newsworthy. His drink looks like a mixed drink, but a twenty dollar bill to the bartender had assured that his drinks would look like everyone else's, without his having to worry about alcohol blurring his senses. Now the trick was to watch, listen, and figure out what parts of the glitz and glammer were most likely to mean something.

[mrpierce2u]

There's a noticable commotion as Secret Service agents enter and case the room. They're not intrusive, so much as cautious. They nod, and a tall, handsome African-American man in a sharp Armani suit enters.

Even the rich and connected start buzzing.

Jefferson Pierce, newly appointed Vice President of the United States.

[jla_extras]

DEO Director Bones is generally shelved during events like this. This would be because his skin is invisible and people are scared of him, and he doesn't make for a good photo op.

The Ross regime, however, has encouraged more openness. Bones was a part of the Luthor regime, but never really a fan of the bastard, and he tended to wear it on his sleeve. Most likely the only reason he's still around.

As ever, there are a few people who work with him regularly he can chat up, as he tries to refrain from staying outside and smoking the whole time. But no, too many people to monitor here, the new veep included.

The upside of not appearing to have any eyes is that no one can really tell who you're looking at.

[mrpierce2u]

Unless, of course, you have a damn good idea where he's looking.

Pierce, after some glad handing, manages to break away toward Bones, and ... after taking a reflexive glance to make sure he's ggloved, extends his hand to the DEO director.

"Direct Bones," he says genially. "Good to see you out and about. Things holding up well at DEO?"

[jla_extras]

Bones takes the hand and shakes it firmly.

"Mr. Vice President, I wish I could say it was good to be seen, but it rarely is, judging by the sidelong looks." His tone suggests he's probably got something of a smile on his face.

"The department is breathing a little easier after losing Luthor. Remains to be seen if your new direct boss is going to try and use us as attack dogs or not. Believe me when I say I know more about you than I ever wanted to."

[mrpierce2u]

Jeff smiles a politician's smile. He's evidently taking to the role.

"You understand that doesn't surprise me, right?" he says. "Besides, I'm not overly concerned about it." Well, not yet says his body language. "Too much work to do between now and then."

He shrugs.

"But Ross isn't the enemies lists and attack dogs type," he says. "You knew that, of course. Still ... there's a still a place for DEO. We just need to figure out what it is."

[the_ambush_bug]

POP!

A merrily whistling green figure materializes near one side of the room, a beach umbrella slung over one shoulder and a jaunty wicker hat atop his head. Carried in the other arm, there's a picnic basket with a tiny red doll peeking out of the lid.

Completing the look are a pair of bermuda shorts in a pattern the Rainbow Raider wouldn't wear and, naturally, scuba flippers.

"Here we are, Cheeks! Time for sun, sand and.. suits?"

[jla_extras]

Wow. Sure are a lot of men is dark suits and ear radios here. Two of them are on bug within seconds and they are none too gentle.

"Sir, I do not believe you are on the guest list."

[the_ambush_bug]

"Hey, hey! Of course I'm on the guest-list, I'm a superhero."

More quietly, Ambush Bug stage-whispers to one of the agents restraining him. "Guest-list for where, exactly? This doesn't look like the French Riviera.."

[jla_extras]

The man confronting him rolls his eyes. He makes a makes a circle gesture with his hand. the other two agents respond quickly, dragging the Bug out of there post-haste.