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[twiceahero]

Despite her loud and aggravated protests to Dinah and Zinda about 'wasting her time', with the exception of the first ten minutes in the club to get oriented, Babs has spent the entire time out on the dance floor. She's currently working on her fourth dance partner, the previous three all having been wimps taken a breather

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[gal_wonder]

There are precious few things available to do in the city after dark these days, and this is one of only a handful of places that braves the risk of opening after dark. So when a girl and her man mentor brother tag-along-civilian wanted to hang out somewhere that's not her plane, they headed here, following the noise and the light.

There was some fuss at the door about letting in a girl as young as Sparrow - who has shed her cape and costume for jeans and a bright T-shirt, but still hasn'ttaken off her shades where Dick can see - but a combination of charming blue eyes, open friendly smile, and thirteen year old snarling resulted in Sparrow sneaking in the back and meeting up with him at the bar.

[greatestofease]

Where he buys her an orange juice, with an expression that says don't complain, kid and a cheerful smile for the bartender.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[gal_wonder]

Hey, for Dick's information, Sparrow didn't want any of that nasty stuff.

"Keeping an eye on you," she says, hopping onto a barstool, where her feet don't even touch the brace.

"It's damn loud in here, isn't it?"

[greatestofease]

"Popular place," Dick agrees, sipping his own juice. "Guess everyone just wants to party."

[headed4hell]

Grace finds the nightclub purely by chance.

The farm is nice and all, but she hasn't exactly ingratiated herself to anyone, still half convinced Earl is going to yank her back to her present at any moment; why give him the satisfaction of playing along? Obstinate denial only gets her so far, however, and boredom is quick to nip at her heels. Especially now. Especially when she starts thinking of Rhetta, Ham, Clay, and even I'll-save-you-if-it-kills-me-and-ruins-your-day Johnny.

So, when listening in on someone else's conversation netted her news of Metropolis, she took off. She intends to explore; to find the law and have a few words. But in the meantime, a woman's got to hydrate and recreate.

Which is why she's leaning against a table -- tight jeans, tight shirt, tight red leather jacket -- swilling beer and making flirty flirty eyes at any man who stumbles her way.

[3rdtimelucky]

It isn't long before tight jeans meet tight leather pants and a crop-top. Longneck in hand, Goldilocks is on her first prowling circuit of the club. On spying Grace, she wanders over and props herself up against the same table.

"This sure beats the Cooper place doesn't it," she says, voice raised enough to be heard over the loud techno beat. Even in the poor light and wearing glasses, the Fable recognized the face from the farm. The fact that the woman seems to be gunning for a hook up as well means that they have something in common. Maybe they can help each other.

Alternatively, it's always possible that one of those flirtatious looks was being aimed at her. Goldy will be happy with either eventuality.

[headed4hell]

They hadn't been, and the look she shoots Goldy now is more knowingly amused than appreciative, but Grace has never been one of those women who views all others as potential competition. She's too confident for that. Mostly she thinks the Fable looks like she knows her way around, and that's never a bad sort of acquaintance to cultivate.

"Music's shit, but the beer's cold," she says by way of an answer, voice low and thickly accented. Grace always sounds on the verge of wry laughter, like she's waiting on a punchline. "Got a light?"

A cigarette dangles from her fingers, flicking up and down in time with the music.

[3rdtimelucky]

"If you've got a spare smoke," Goldy replies.

She pulls out a cheap Bic lighter from a front pocket and sparks a flame.

"I'm Goldy by the way. Otherwise known as Goldilocks. I'm a grown up version of the fairy tale character you may be familiar with. Immortal for the most part. Not originally from Earth, but I've been living on a farm in upstate New York for the past six hundred years or so. I got dumped in this crap-hole of a world a few weeks ago, from 2001."

[gal_wonder]

Still in the foul mood to end all foul moods, Sparrow stole a new shirt from a fire escape to replace the one covered in vomit, before dropping down again and striding in through the front door. The bouncer let her in this time. After the teenager scowls and informs her shortly not to let those two bastards in again, there's enough feeling of mixed guilt and respect for the crazy girl in the red shades.

Once inside, Sparrow wastes no time in pushing her way through to Dick and Babs.

"Hey, Wingman, can we go now, please?"

[twiceahero]

Despite being wrapped up in seeing Dick again (she's missed him more than she'd admit), Barbara has enough presence of mind to see the girl's approach. She just didn't expect her to know Dick. She quirks an eyebrow up at him, "You picking up strays now?"

[greatestofease]

"She's not a stray," Dick says, grinning down at her and sharing that grin with Sparrow. "She's an alternate universe me, I think. Sparrow, this is Barbara. Babs, Sparrow."

[twiceahero]

Barbara's eyebrows almost, but don't quite, twitch. "Sparrow, huh?" She holds out a hand, "Nice to meet you. Where'd you run into this troublemaker?" she jerks her head at Dick.