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[raptorcanaria]

The door opens on a world that isn't Gotham, and the Black Canary walks in, using the drinks stirrer hidden in her choker. She decides not to unsuit, and heads over to the bar proper, where she orders ice water and a pint of frozen yogurt.

Folding one fishnetted leg over the other, she surveys the car from that point, smiling with the satisfaction of a job well done.

[OOC: Rule of Fishnets applys! If you know Dinah's Secret Identity, feel free to recognize her. If not - then she's mysteeeeeeeeeriously unrecognizable! Thank you!]

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[thenewblack]

OOC: Placeholder tag is holding place while I drag myself home after work.

Holy shit it's Black Canary!

With a carton of frozen yogurt.

Artemis is just going to rub her eyes with the heel of her hand and blame this on the takeout she had before bed. Clearly this is a strange and terrible dream. Never mind the fact that she had meant to head to the local zeta tube and got Bar'ed instead. Everyone has dreams where they wake up and start their day, right?

[raptorcanaria]

[OOC: Assuming Artemis is in costume?]

Speedy's not a girl, right?
No, Dinah's met Speedy. He's definitely a boy.

So assuming this is someone she doesn't know, Dinah grins at her.

"You have that 'didn't mean to end up in the bar' look."

[thenewblack]

[OOC: She is indeed. Also, I should find a neutral default icon of some sort.]

"First time it's caught me like that," says not!Speedy, "Usually it's just, you know, doors."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah turns to bar, and gets a second spoon for the forzen yogurt, which she offers to the archer.

"What was it this time?"

[thenewblack]

Artemis shakes her head at the spoon.

"Zeta tube," she admits, "Heading to the Mount."

[raptorcanaria]

"I don't know what a zeta tube is," Dinah admits. The League haven't started using them yet.

"Teleportation?"

[gavin62truck]

Tommy has his own fishnets rule. It involves unabashed staring.

He's on his way past the bar intending to go back to his own world, buuuuut he makes a slight detour as there's no resisting the urge to hit on flirt with talk to okay fine flirt with a blonde in fishnets.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" he greets the young woman he apparently doesn't know or recognize, addressing her crossed knees. He forces his eyes up at least as high as her choker.

Tommy usually isn't this terrible. It's the fishnets.

[raptorcanaria]

It has been a while since Dinah has experienced the sheer hilarity of a guy who has shown no interest in her out of costume, to suddenly turn the leer up to eleven when she dons the wig.

When she was a teenager it was awkward. Now it's just something to be smug about.

"Hey yourself," she counters right back. "Not bad."

[gavin62truck]

He leans on an elbow on the bar, all cocky nonchalance.

"I was actually on my way out, but I saw you here at the bar all by yourself and I thought, y'know what, this lady is in dire need of some company, and as a first responder -- I'm a firefighter, by the way -- I couldn't let this emergency go unheeded."

Wtf. Seriously. He really isn't this terrible. Feel free to stop him at any time, or drag it out as painfully as possible.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah grins, because the alternative is to laugh at him, and that's just rude.

"Are you?" she says. "Then I should buy you a drink to thank you for all your hard work."

[gavin62truck]

His smile straddles the impossible line between gracious and smug.

"Thanks, but I have a better idea -- how 'bout I buy you a drink?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Probably more convenient, as I left my wallet at home."

Tabs, whatever.

"Thank you."

Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh.

It's actually nearly charming, if he just turned it down a notch.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo is a few stools down on the bar with a bottle of water when he spots Canary.



Eventually:

"Nice outfit."

Then he takes a swig from his water bottle.

[raptorcanaria]

"Thank you."

Sometimes she follows that up with 'it's my work gear,' but that inevitable conversation gets a little tired after a while.

She just raises her own water in thanks.

[1nv1nc1ble]

The last time, Dinah was in civvies and Mark was in costume. It only seems fair that we reverse the situation this time.

A teenage boy, hair damp from showering after a visit to the gym to work the heavy bag (and get some tips from Voodoo), sits at the bar, drinking the last of a bottle of water and gawking at the leggy blonde in fishnets.

While trying not to look like he's gawking at the leggy blonde in fishnets.

And failing. In that way that almost all teenage boys do.

[raptorcanaria]

It's the kind of thing she gets used to when she has reason to meet up with Speedy, or Robin, or Kid Flash. She's used to it.

"Are you going to say hello?"

[1nv1nc1ble]

(Robin's ogling is Bat-trained. Spotting it takes practice.)

Mark's drinking when she says it. It's hard to tell which is first, the blush that races across his face or the spit-take that nearly sends the rest of the water across the bar. Coughing, Mark grabs his towel and wipes his face.

"Sorry," he says when he recovers. Grinning ruefully, he adds, "Hi."

[raptorcanaria]

Cheerfully, and not in the least bit flirtatiously, she grins.

"It's not a problem. Hi."

[1nv1nc1ble]

There are a couple of reasons for an outfit like that, and Mark's solid suburban upbringing shies away from the seedier suggestions and settles on circus performer or superhero.

"I'm Mark," he says. He wipes his hands on the towel and offers one in greeting.

[raptorcanaria]

"Black Canary."

The hand she offers is in a glove; habit precludes her from taking it off even to shake hands. "Pleased to meet you."

[presspasskey]

Gotcha. Thank you, Charlie.

Lois has been waiting for Dinah to turn up again.

"Bar, I could use a cheeseburger and Coke--hey, Dinah," she adds, apparently in passing, "and extra fries, I need the calories. And I'll murder the next muffin that I see, fair warning to waitrats."

[raptorcanaria]

"Hey, Lois. How's it..."


Dinah stops.
Dinah blinks.

"...wait, what?"

[presspasskey]

"Well, other than having an international criminal for a sister, not bad. Any pro tips on handling that?"

Her order appears, and she grins, nonchalantly munching on a fry--she even holds them out in an offer to share!

She'll stop giving Dinah crap in a minute. But for now, she's having fun.

"What about you? In from the office?"

[raptorcanaria]

"We'll get to the sister in a minute," Dinah assures her.

"How did you know?"

It's supposed to be a disguise. Being able to see through it means her life could be in danger.

[presspasskey]

Now she laughs. If they had had time to be closer, know each other better, Lois would probably rib her about it longer.

"Talked to Charlie--and did a little research, after."

It isn't hard to get some things from the Bar. And now at least Dinah knows who to blame.