[The club wasn't bad - she's been to, worked at, worse, that's for sure. It's not like she expected otherwise, though: billionaire Bruce Wayne isn't going to show off to his rich friends by buying a piece of crap.
Her eye sight has always been good in the dark, and though the flashing lights don't help, she spots him easily enough, just before the egging on starts. She watches, feeling her agitation spiking with every swallow he takes. It's not like she has anything against drinking, far from it. But wasn't he just bitching about his hangover? And who the hell are all these people fawning over him - he was never attention hungry, not like this.
She's considering just bailing before he spots her, but even from here, even in the dim light, she can tell. His smile's off.
Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Selina sighs to herself, and strides over to his table.]
Hey.
[His friends get a cursory glance, a habit: she's picking out potential wallets to steal by the end of the night. That's all they get. The girl next to Bruce is doubly ignored.]
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Her eye sight has always been good in the dark, and though the flashing lights don't help, she spots him easily enough, just before the egging on starts. She watches, feeling her agitation spiking with every swallow he takes. It's not like she has anything against drinking, far from it. But wasn't he just bitching about his hangover? And who the hell are all these people fawning over him - he was never attention hungry, not like this.
She's considering just bailing before he spots her, but even from here, even in the dim light, she can tell. His smile's off.
Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Selina sighs to herself, and strides over to his table.]
Hey.
[His friends get a cursory glance, a habit: she's picking out potential wallets to steal by the end of the night. That's all they get. The girl next to Bruce is doubly ignored.]
You got one for me?