13818/The Trouble with Trippels...

The Trouble with Trippels...
Date of Scene:	16 September 2021
Location:	Kar's Bar, Old City, Gotham
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Red Robin

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Remember, once upon a time, there was a discussion about trying out different personas and looks. Tonight's the night. They're on a recon job.

    Phoebe was wearing a pair of grunge boots and ripped up tights, a leather bolero and a tiny tank top. Her hair has been pulled back into a ponytail, made blonde by a wig, and she has the best wings she's drawn on her eyes in her life, matte red lipstick, and dark eyeshadow.

    The usual earth-tone casual happy Phoebe is channeling her inner goth this evening.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's arms seem to be covered with tattoos, as he wears a black vest and no shirt under it, some make-up hiding some of his scars but some of the nasty ones left showing. He wears a chain from ear to noce, (cuff on not pierced). Black is the word of the day, black jeans, black vest and black combat boots. He has put on some make up to look paler than normal and darkened around his eyes with make up as well. He walks along hands in his pockets,

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe looks to Tim, and she tries not to laugh as they go into t he club. Music is thumping in their ears, directly through her chest as they make their way. She's been in here before -- as herself, never as Nadia -- and she draws Tim into a booth.

    "You're looking particularly sharp today." she jokes to him, plucking up a menu as she takes a deep breath. "Remember who we're looking for?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit, and say "Tommy Dark" He says softly just so she can hear him, as he slides next to her. "Want to write horror stories, but the masses just can't understand them, so I am here watching the masses."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Tommy Dark. What a name." Phoebe states, leaning lightly into Tim as she looks out over the rabble and groupings in the bar, ber lower lip pouting out momentarily. "I'm pretty sure I'm fighting off eardrum damage on an active level." she wrinkles her nose.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake chuckles and leans in and kisses her on the cheek, and says "Filters, a god send." He says softly to her, and will slide her some in her hand under the table, and says softly "If you keep the names close to yours it can make it easier at times."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "You're a Godsend. How come I didn't have these earlier?" she asks, and she applies the bass filters to her ears, leaning back against Tim. She watches the crowds around them, her lips pursing as she searches from face to face.

    "You know, there's easier ways to get me out of the house on date night. I like concerts."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says to her "Well, now that I know that, will have to make sure we hit more." He grins a bit at her, and then says "Some of the key things with going under another name, always come up with their history and when we get home make a few notes of things you find important

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I'll even let you drag me to fancy ones. Where I have to wear a dress." she gives a wry grin as she looks out over the crowd, her head tucked neatly against Tim's chin.

    "Drug deal at table fifteen."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over to them watching them, out of the corner of his eyes and says "So, what are you seeing with, seem small time, or something more?" He asks her checking her skills as they go still

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "It's a familiar operation. She's carrying the supply in her bag. He's hiding her reach. Transfer to him. Along with a piece of candy for plausable deniability. They tap phones to exchange money on an app. So he's a dealer, and his clientelle is familiar enough with the process that it goes smoothly." Phoebe replies, her eyes narrowing, her lips pursing.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and nods his head a bit to this seeming to be nodding to the music, as he asks "Any signs of affiliation, from her or him?" He will move his hands down to one of his cargo pockets and messes with a small device there aiming it towards the couple to get their phones infos perhaps

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    She leans back again, stretching her arms up over her heads and giving a yawn, tilting her head to the side a moment to stretch it.

    "He's got a tattoo of a skull with 777 accross its frontal, with a scorpion. Not familiar if that's a local gang. Someone trying their luck maybe?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and will think a bit about it "Could be part of the Sevens, but not sure, as they have not been around for a while and were a minor group about a year ago. Aint heard anything from them in a year or so after a big bust."