1402/What's The Plan

What's The Plan
Date of Scene:	11 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Grace Choi, Lady Blackhawk, Sublime

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Black Canary has posed:
    It was a fairly long trip to Gotham, even longer with Elliot laid out with a sprained ankle, some cracked ribs, and a steadfast refusal to stay in bed without threats of her being tied to it on Dinah's part. She's finally fallen asleep on Dinah's bed, and the blonde emerges into the main area of the loft with a sigh. "...if she actually stays put now, hopefully that swelling will keep going down." she says with a faint frown. She brought Zinda here and invited Grace here when she got off work, but seems a bit...well, at that point where she's not sure what to do first. She really doesn't get many guests anymore. "Um, you two want something to drink? Think I've got some Sam Adams left..."

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace, curiously, had already helped herself to some of said Sam Adams. She never claimed to have manners. The bottle is already uncapped, and moving to her lips. "Nice place you got here, Dinah," she tells the Canary, cheerfully. Sure, the trip was long. But, Grace didn't seem to mind all that much. Truth be told, she seemed overall less worried about Elliot's injuries, having learned about them, than anyone else. Though, she hadn't really discussed why, yet.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    Zinda slides her duffel bag off to the side, she does incidentally have "infantry shit" even if she hadn't worn it infront of anyone else. Arms crossed as she finds someplace convient to lean. "Beer's good yeah, and hey."And a pause as she glances yonder towards Grace for a moment. "Thanks for coming, figure'd you might want a piece of this action. We let'em push one of us around and we end up with more shit, everyone with something to prove starts shit."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah sees Grace has helped herself but doesn't seem overly upset...it's not like she's got anything to hide in the fridge. She threw out the week old Chinese yesterday, after all. She snags another bottle, popping the cap then handing it to Zinda, though she grabs a bottled water for herself, before taking a seat crosslegged on the couch. "I like it, it's comfy. Not many good places where you can set up a practice floor, so this was perfect when I found the shop, made sense to just move up here.

    She pops the cap and looks to Zinda. "Okay. So. I'm guessing first we need to figure out where they are. I did put out some feelers on that.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Actually," Grace observes, casually, "I just came here to check out Dinah's place, and for the free booze." It's hard to say just how serious, or sincere that statement is with her mild expression. The large, and very fit woman leans against Dinah's counter, comfortably. "So, first of all, let's summarize. Elliot found this place, and went in to fight. Nobody pushed her to do it, right? Nobody kidnapped her off the street?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "They started shit infront of her parents place, Elliot went after them on her own."Which Zinda, well she doesn't stir the pot this time at least. Content instead to hit her beer. "I don't so much mind the underground fighting shit, as the circus that surrounds this mess. Flag Smasher's a nutjob, and he's the one running this joint. So no this isn't plucking people off the street, yet. Considering the way this shit -always- goes, we both know they're going to end up there. Or this is some kind of recruiting drive or, well you name it. Dude's a tool, I wanna burn his motherfucking house down."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah looks thoughful. "Mmm. I'm pretty sure she ended up fighting him, but I don't know that he's in charge. He's more terrorist than crime boss, though I'd believe if he wanted to make some cash with some fights." She smirks a bit at Grace, raising a brow at her. "Well, it's got to get drunk, so feel free." She leans back comfortably. "What I'm worried about is that it's more than Flagsmasher too. If it's really another metabrawl, then that means that's serious money and resources put into it."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "I get why you're worked up, Zinda. She's your girl," says Grace, mildly, and honestly. "But, it isn't Flag Smasher you should be pissed off at. It's Elliot." Whoever thought -Grace- would be a voice of reason. She nods just a bit at what Dinah says, pointing an errant finger towards the other blonde in the room with her hand holding onto the beer, before lifting it to her mouth for a drink.
    She continues, "I bounced at one of those places, once. It's actually how I got hired into Chaney's. These places draw in the worst of the worst. It's essentially a showcase for mercenaries, and assassin's for hire. Bragging rights. Gets ugly. She should've never gone, in the first place. Love the girl, but," Grace shakes her head, "It was stupid thing of her to do."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I'm quite aware Grace, and trust me we've had words. At the very least she should have called somone, but that's not what happened."Zinda offers a little shrug, before hitting the bottle again. "I wanna look at this place, if shit's fine and nobody is being forced to do anything? Then I don't care. As far as I'm concerned it ends there, but if that's not what we find? If these jackasses are playing games, forcing anyone to do anything? Then yeah, I think we should do something about it. Fair enough honey?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Oh boy, did they have words. If Zinda hadn't been worried about Elliot, paint may have actually blistered in places in the medbay. "...I'd like to see it too. And there have been some odd crimes happening, even for Gotham. I saw an article on it; four murders, from strangulation to full on Kali-mar removing the heart. From what I know, all of them had teenage kids who had gone missing." She frowns a bit. "...I'm wondering if those kids were talented now. Metahuman, or mutant."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Fair enough," Grace agrees to Zinda. "Just, becareful. If it's anything like the place I worked at before they're pretty chill unless you try to start something there. It's kind of a - I don't know - truce, if you wanna call it that. Like some kind of accord. If you cause a ruckus, pretty much everyone will go down on you. Hard." She exhales, as she finishes off the first beer and sets the empty bottle next to her on the counter. She grabs another, then.
    " But, I'd rather have those asshats fighting and hurting each other, than out there attacking random people and causing more crap for everyone else. I'm all for going to watch. Checking things out," she agrees.
    She frowns, some, at Dinah. "Maybe. I've heard some crazy stuff about when kids get their awakening."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "If they're playing fair, then like I said I got no problem. I'll handle flag smasher on my own time, that's fine by me. If this is something serious, if they are playing games? Then we burn the fuckers down. That simple, no need to dress it up."Zinda polishes off that beer, before finding herself someplace to slump down. "As far as the odds?"

    Z takes a moment, sliding her duffel over to use it as a footrest. "I don't much care how many hotshots they think they got, we're The Blackhawks. We ain't never been in a fair fight since we were founded, ain't lost a soul yet."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah purses her lips. "I think Elliot gave him a pretty good beating already, but yeah...if we want to try and find out more, grabbing him is probably a good start. Or someone who's actually running the space where it was happening." She taps her nose. "Follow the money? Find the bookies, they're probably connected with the house, whoever is running it."

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace, too, finds a place to crash, her long arms reaching out to either side of her while her legs strech out, comfortably. She looks to Zinda, then. "If you need muscle, I'm in. I'll go with you to spectate, too, make sure nothing happens to you. Just - don't start anything until we're ready," she cautions.
    Grace looks over to Dinah, then, "Don't suppose you have any connections with the Gotham Police? I don't get over this way, too often." She adds to Dinah, "Though, perhaps my mind could be changed." She grins, just slightly. Her eyes swivel back to Zinda. "But, you've got a deal. If they're fucking around, then, we'll fuck them up. If, though, they're just an illegal fight club for the hell of it? More power to them."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I'm not exactly, covert. So Dinah, Grace? You'll run the recon on this joint. I'll stay outside, see what I can do about snagging us a chopper. If we decide to hit, it won't be on the first night. We'll come back and plan this out, because we're fucking professionals."And a pause to glance back towards the door. "And a car, well I'll handle transport in general. We gonna have a problem with the bat fucks and gang if we get going over here?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah raises a brow. "Hey, save the harsh language for the bad guy jerks. Not the bats." she says mildly. "If I know the Bat, he's already looking into this probably. I don't think he'll interfere if we're also looking into it; if it was really obvious it wouldn't have been happening under his nose." She hmms. "The others are a bit more easy going, they'll probably be fine, though they might want us to share anything we find so they can shut it down.

    She takes a long swig of her beer, then lets out a sigh. "Mm, I have my bike for transport too..." she says, glancing over to Grace. "...if you don't mind riding bitch, that is.." she says, a faint tease in her voice.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "You want the bike to be backheavy?" Grace chuckles back at Dinah, amused. "My bike is back in Metropolis. So, I'll ride with you," she tells the Canary, rather cheerfully. She nods some over to Zinda, then, "You got it." She, however, doesn't seem to think there's that much to it. Or, that reason to make so many preparations. She's pretty relaxed, truth be told. "Never met the Bat. Or any of his gang. Don't really have a care to."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I'll fetch us a car, and then I'll see to a chopper."Z rises slowly with a stretch, "I'm gonna go get started on my end, I'll leave you two girls to it and hey call me if you need me alright?"Making it a point to pull out that cellphone, because well she expected Elliot would call her too so...yeah. "I'd rather not tangle it up with a commie in a cowl either, so lets keep our heads down yeah?"

Black Canary has posed:
    So, the two 'investigators' leave Zinda to get the chopper and keep Elliot from trying to escape...er, getting out of bed. It's a little tricky to get both bikes, but they can meet up and drive back to Gotham. Dinah is willing to follow Grace's lead for the moment, as the bouncer knows a heck of a lot about this particular type of fight club, so she trusts her to know where to start. She will follow her lead for the moment.

    Her bike turns out to be a customized Harley, old school and with a deep, throaty rumble to it as she pulls up to wherever they're starting, taping down her kickstand. "This good?" she murmurs, looking over to Grace.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace settles behind Dinah, comfortably. The woman's hands wrap around Dinah's waist comfortably rather than moving to rest on the back bars. "Just fine," Grace murmurs, back, after fitting the helmet onto herself. "So, you know Gotham. We need to go somewhere - where the toughs hang out. Kick their asses a bit. Consider it a - try out. We might get lucky. Get an invite. And, for God's sake, don't do anything heroic. Leave it at the door."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah shifts a bit to let Grace get a good hold, though she knows she's a biker, so she'll know how to lean and such. She's wearing her 'rooftop' clothes, complete with fishnets, but the fabric is supple enough that Grace can feel the toned firmness of her abdomen under her grip.

     "Hmm..." she says. "Sure. I know a place." she says after a moment. "My band had a gig there once. Sorta place where they've got the chicken wire up to block the thrown bottles at the band." she says, wryly. She kick starts the bike, then pulling out onto the street, heading towards the less happy part of town. Well, it's Gotham. The less less less happy part of town. The sort of places that depress Batman a bit.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Yeah? Sounds like a decent place." Grace is all in, it'd seem. Do her hands slip up a bit too far on accident? Maybe. But not enough to call her on it, so she could just be getting a more comfortable grip around the smaller girl. "Is there -any- place," she asks, as the bike moves down the streets, "In Gotham that is at least moderately cheery? Jesus. It's like driving around Transylvania or something," she jokes, wryly.

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah gets a ghost of the smile as the hands shift, but she doesn't protest. She's actually enjoying Grace pushing the line a little, it's been a while since someone had that kind of interest in her. She does say ruefully. "You ain't kiddin'....I think it's just the darkness, they built the building so close, all these gothic things, it feels like you're closed in. Trapped, you know?" she says, glancing back for a moment before returning her gaze to the road.

    She slows as you approach an alley, then pulls inside, parking. "Grab the tarp out of the saddlebag there, would you please?" she asks, lowering the kickstand. Not pulling away yet until Grace has her footing, or perhaps waiting to see if she will actually move her hands in the first place. They ARE nice hands...

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace is tall enough that her feet cleanly touch the pavement with absolutely no effort. Her hands remain there, for a few lingering moments, and Grace replies, as she leans forward, "Being trapped can't be all bad," she half-whispers in Dinah's ear, "I guess then, huh?"
    Then she's standing up, moving back to grab the tarp and lay it over the bike after Dinah gets off. "Just remember, play down the hero. We're here to be ruthless badasses." Grace grins, "But, I think you can do a pretty good job with that."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah grins a bit wolfishly at that, sliding off to help Grace with the tarp. "I can be badass and ruthless when the scene requires it..." she says in a little purr. The tarp itself is...odd. It's silvery, with little metallic filaments. It gets odder when Dinah reaches down to squeeze a hidden button and the whole thing shimmers a bit, then becomes...well, a very realistic pile of garbage. "...there, that'll keep anyone from messing with it." she says, dusting off her hands as she straightens.

    "So...how do we do the entry? Bold and brassy?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    "The holy hell?" Grace stares at the morphing pile of garbage that used to be a bike. She head-tilts at Dinah, "You've been holding out on me." She chuffs, and then nods twice, "We go in, nice, and calm. We piss a little on their territory until one of them picks a fight with us. We let them start it. We end it. Quickly. Viciously. And then, we ask them where the fights are being held. Someone will answer."
    Grace seems sure of that. She gestures, "After you." She grins.

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah grins at her. "Girl's gotta have a few secrets to keep it interesting." she says. "Besides, would you park your bike in this part of town just anywhere?" She hmms, then nods a bit. "Sure...five bucks says they start it with me over you though." she says, sauntering towards the door. "Apparently, I'm 'cute' and harmless looking..."

    She pushes open the door, holding it for Grace, then stepping inside. It's definitely a bar...a bit poorly kept up, with furniture that's seen better days...often from sharp objects or possibly from being used as a bludgeon, as there are pieces missing here and there. The bartender is a older dark skinned woman with an unusual mix of features with iron grey hair cut short to her skull, with a war stripe sort of tattoo pattern on her right cheek, wearing a t-shirt that reads "BLASPLASIAN INVASION".
    The two women by themselves definitely get some looks from the inhabitants, even drawing a whistle from one biker gone a bit too much into his cups. Dinah regally ignores it, however, looking around, then starting to head towards a free table. There is a waitress who wobbles towards them, a redhead with what are definitely not original equipment pushed up in a slightly too tight green top above her apron. "Whatcha want, sweets?" she asks the two.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Couple of whiskey sours for me, and, whatever she wants," Grace tells the waitress, nodding to Dinah as she moves to take a seat at a table. A seat which she'd just watched as she came in, two of the tougher fellows in the room vacate to either get another drink, or find use for the restroom. Either way, Grace has claimed the table. And, she sprawls in that chair, with every indication the tall woman isn't going anywhere. "Keep 'em coming."
    She grins at Dinah. "Like the atmosphere. No bullshit. Good choice."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah looks amused as Grace sprawls out comfortably. "White Russian..." she tells the server, before taking a seat, spinning the chair around so she's sitting on it backwards. "Those our dance partners, do you think?" she nods after the two who just left. She doesn't seem bothered by the idea, though she's obviously enjoying how blatant Grace is in claiming their new seats.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Most likely. If not, guessing someone else will try to drop their ballsack in our faces for it. We just have to wait," Grace says, picking up her whiskey sour, and drinking it down. She lifts her chin up, inquires of Dinah, "So, you think Z is overreacting? Or you think she's got a point?" Grace? Well, she seems to be on the fence, herself. It's pretty clear she's not fully committed to this, or at least, half as much in as Zinda is. Yet, here she is. Probably more than anything because of her friendship to the Blackhawk.

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah mmms, scooping up her glass and testing it, then wrinkling her nose. Apparently it passes, but only barely. "Honestly? A little bit. But it's not like it's out of character for her. She's been really gung ho, shoot down anyone in her path before." She rests her arms on the back of the chair, resting her chin on top. "I'm not even sure how much of it is that her number 2 got jacked up, and how much of it is that Elliot got jacked up, exactly." She frowns a bit. "I'm kinda with you that I think it was a poor choice on Elliot's part, and that she's lucky it wasn't worse. She's good, but she was going up against a really experienced fighter. If she'd been up someone with actual powers...." She shakes her head a bit, taking another drink.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Generally, someone like me wouldn't be allowed in one of those thing. But, we'd be hired to - well, keep the peace. Keep people in line. If you know what I mean. These sorts of things? People tend to want blood. Broken bones. Mine? Don't break so easily. And if I was fighting someone on equal footing I'd probably tear half the place down with my opponent before the fight was over. Costly." Grace speaks reasonably, looking up as the two men start to return to their seat. They look none to happy their seats have been claimed.
    "People can die in them. Elliot's damn lucky," she agrees, matter-of-factly. "But, she's also an adult. And can make her own choices. So." She nods to the men as they approach.
    "Sorry, fellas." She looks them over, each, up and down. "You're both too short for me, and the blonde doesn't go for pussies."

Black Canary has posed:
    The two men are obviously the type to work with their hands, and probably not in a law abiding fashion. THe taller, younger man is built like a brick, his hair cut military short, though there's a long scar running down the left side of his head that's visible, where no hair grows, and the top tip of his ear is missing. He's got a vest on that looks like it's for a bike club...the Penetrators. His buddy is shorter, carrying a few more pounds, but has very brawny biceps and a very unfortunate attempt at a beer that has...stuff stuck in it. Probably from dinner. No obvious weapons, though the way the shorter guy is standing, he might have a piece at his back.

    The taller bares his teeth. "Get outta my chair, dyke..." he spits. "And take your slut with you, we got business here." The shorter man attempts to loom over the pair.

    Dinah's eyes get wide. "Did...did you call me a slut?"

    "That's right, bitch, why don't you take your pimp and get back on the corner already!"

    Dinah's lower lip trembles a bit. Artfully. "That...that's so mean..." she says, standing up. If they were paying attention, like Grace likely is, they might notice it's a very graceful stand, and that she's planting her foot just so....

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Dyke? Wow. Is this the 1990's or something?" Grace asks, conversationally, looking over to Dinah, who is, apparently, in the midst of being quite dejected and hurt all at once. Grace sighs, "Damn. You went and hurt her feelings. You -- really shouldn't have done that."
    She stands up, to her full seven foot stature. And, she cracks her knuckles. Loudly. She rolls her shoulders. Then, explains to the two victims for tonights ploy, "Do you have any idea what being with her is like when her feelings are hurt?" She jabs her finger into the larger man's chest, pointedly. Not hard. She isn't here to show off how strong she is. Grace? Grace is just going to stand there, and take the beating. To prove that she can take a -hell- of a beating. It's plausible, given her size, and her physique. Dinah can do most of the finesse and impressive stuff.

Black Canary has posed:
    The big man reddens a bit at the poking, then attempts to poke back. Or be more accurate, he attempts to grab back, as it's hard to miss what Grace is carrying there. "Aww, she gonna cry? Maybe if you make up for it, we can you girls home with some extra green, at least..."

    Dinah sniffs. "...I am a delicate flower!" she proclaims, as the smaller man sniggers, leaning closer to him. "Right?" The guy snorts. "Yeah, whatever slut. Bend over and hike those legs and maybe I'll-"

    He doesn't really get the chance to finish, as that's when Dinah suddenly rears back, then headbutts him right in the nose, knocking him staggering backwards as he grabs for his face. "AUGH! My fuggin nose!"

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace counters the grab, easily enough. Then, she sort of effortlessly tosses the large man directly into Dinah's path, "Present for you," she calls to Dinah by way of alerting her to change up her tactics.
    Then, the huge woman moves around the table, quickly, to poke the injured man with the broken nose with the same finger, "That," she tells him, "Was really stupid. You -really- shouldn't tell her to hike her legs." She shakes her head, feigning a pained expression. "I think when she's done with your friend? SHe's going to grant your wish. Sorry, buddy. But, you asked for it."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah shoots a wolfish grin towards Grace as she sends the very suprised guy flying with a yelp. She steps towards the airborne biker, then seems to gracefully bring her arms up in a whirlwind motion that encourages him to keep going as he flies through the air. There's a BOOM and a the crash of shattering glass as he takes out another table, sending the occupants flying with some heartfelt cursing.

    Dinah pops her neck a bit, then looks over at the smaller guy, who's looking a bit wideyed now after seeing his friend become a frisbee. "Uh.." he starts to say as Dinah moves towards him. "Aww, you're sweet, you saved him for me..." she says cheerfully, then lunges into a open hand strike into the man's solar plexus, causing him to wheeze and double over, then brings up a knee, his teeth making a sharp crack as he almost jackknives backwards, crashing back into the wall as he sends a dart board crashing to the ground.

    Numerous other residents stand up, looking like they'd like to have a word with the pair. None of which look like those will be nice words.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "You're my ride home," Grace tells Dinah, still conversationally, "Gotta keep you happy, Legs." She cracks her knuckles again as several people come at them all. "Oh. Look. I think we got their attention." Grace makes a 'bring it' gesture with her hands, even though she's yet to make a move. And she doesn't even try to dodge out of the way when one of the bars denizens brings a char smashing against her back. She instead looks over to Dinah, as the splinters of the chair go flying, "Did they just turn on the A/C? Swore I felt a breeze."
    Then, she uses her incredible reach to grab two other men's foreheads. Dinah, in her life, has likely seen the move before. A move that an older brother, or sister would do to the younger to hold them off and prevent any hits from coming. To infuriate them further. Tease them. And, generally make a mockery of them.
    Grace's firm grip, a little strong, ensures they aren't going anywhere anytime soon. "Awww. Lookit. It's like the really want to hit me," she tells Dinah, in a cheery sort of tone. "But they're just too short."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah does pause for a bit, just watching Grace work for a moment. Mm, that's just...fun to watch. She winces at the chair a bit. "..you're just making her annoyed, you know?" she says. "You should probably apolog-oops!" She ducks under a thrown bottle before the second group comes charging up, then moves forward, launching into a smooth roundhouse that slams into the first man's side, doubling him over as she shifts smoothly from style to style...Judo as the next charges her, rolling him over her shoulder and knocking down the reeling leader, then snapping a quick series of Muy Thai kicks into the next man's side, finishing with a pure boxing uppercut, then sweeping the second man as he tries to get back to his feet. She picks up a chair. "Seriously, you guys are just annoying her..." she says to the two, who are stil vainly trying to grab Grace...or really by this point, to pull away. Neither appears to be working. One stops thinking about that however when Dinah brings the chair down on his back.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Another guy slams his elbow into Grace's side, where her kidney would be. She looks down at him, sighs, "Really? That's the best you got? I mean, I'm -open-. I'm so open. I've basically got an open house going on weak points to attack and pressure points, and that's the -best- you have? Seriously. Legs, show him how to properly hit someone in the kidney's, will you?"
    She has an open hand free, with one of the two she'd been holding having been slammed in the back by Dinah. Her hand slips down from the second guy, to grip his shirt, and lift him off of his feat. Again - given her physique, it's quite plausible. Grace isn't doing a damn thing to draw attention to her meta status, true to her word.
    "Then maybe these nice people will tell us where some girls like us could find a real challenge. Make some money, yeah?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah mmms. "She's already got a dance partner...' she says to the man. "And she's right...it goes...like THIS!" she says, jumping up slightly to up slightly to hammer a knee into the man's kidney, the guy gurgling as he collapses, doubled over in pain. "Here endeth the lesson." she says, picking up her drink to finish it in a quick down, as the remaining guy struggling with Grace continues vainly to try and get at her. Or away from her. It's really not certainly right now.

    "That is a very good question....someone want to tell us? Because I could totally keep going..." The remaining guys look at each other, holding back warily.

Grace Choi has posed:
    One guy, who'd remained in the back, watching the fight, watching the two women, says quietly, "Try the waterfront. In, about a week. You'll see a tug boat shored beside it. 'The Gambit'. Ask for Pain and Violence at the door."
    The man, swarthy, dark-skinned, and wearing a set of animal teeth around his neck for jewelry rises. He's at least as tall as Grace. He smiles the smile of one who is violent. Who loves violence. And can't wait for more. "Perhaps we will fight."
    Then, he moves out of the bar, slowly, purposefully. But, Dinah would certainly recognize the cat-like movements of the man. A dangerous fighter. A man who does not mind killing. And kills -well-. Perhaps they're lucky he didn't involve himself.

    Grace watches him go. "Well. Guess we got our next gig, Legs." She grins, savagely to her partner. "That was fun."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah's blue eyes stay on the man the moment he rises, and follow him out. She doesn't relax until he's out the door, then turns back towards Grace, walking over as she aims a sharp chop at the back or the last guy she's holding, as he folds, unconscious. "Looks like it." She scoops up GRace's remaining drink and offers it to her. "Damn straight. Been a bit since I had a good workout." she says cheerfully. "Best girls night out!"

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace takes the drink, looking down at the pile of hurt, moaning, and unconcious men at her feet. "Really. Dyke. Who even -says- that anymore," Grace says with a shake of her head, and a chuckle. She pats Dinah on the arm as she finishes off the drink and sets the glass on the table. "So, do you want to head back to your place, or, do we go find another bar? I could really do this all night."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah grins. "I'm game..." she says cheerfully. "Got lots of pep left!" She idly rolls over one of the guys onto his back as he starts to reach for some sort of weapon at the back of his pants, pinning his hand. "And Zinda is off doing Zinda stuff, so she won't mind if we....take the rest of the night off, right?"

    She glances over to Grace, pausing to toss some bills on the bar that the bartender is peering over cautiously. "I hear there's a great place called the Yellow Flag down by Little China..."

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah Lance pictures Logan bringing a huge bag of foxes and setting them loose.

Sublime has posed:
    Later that night, long after the moon had hidden away, leaving only the stars, the warehouse alarm trips outside of John's home. Inside, rather than outside. Assuming he moves to check (after making sure Alexander is safely hidden before he does, if he's home), he'll find a thin trail of blood winding between one of the lanes of boxes, headed roughly towards...well, wherever she was going, she didn't get there, as she's currently crumpled in the middle of the floor.

Sublime has posed:
    The touch causes her to jerk, letting out a gasp, then a 'mnnngh' of pain. Up close, it's easy to see the puncture in her side. High enough that it probably didn't hit an organ..but it definitely looks painful, and it's still bleeding, a crude dressing that looks like it's just a ragged cloth with duct tape over it having come loose enough that red dribbles slowly down her slightly too pale skin. You see...the shock hurt. The building coming down would have really hurt, if she hadn't phased. Unfortunately, she'd already been hit by a falling piece of rebar and took it into phase with her...which didn't really stop the kinetic force behind it. "...'re...right..." she says dazedly.

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    Sublime's chest rises and falls in short, labored pants. Her blue eyes are a bit unfocused at first, but start to actually see John better as she keeps her attention on him, not really noticing the change in scenery at first, before another frisson of pain runs through her side, her eyes closing for a moment as she grits her teeth. "...wha'...where are..." she starts to ask.

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    "It'll only hurt at first....'emember the last guy who told me that..." she says, then lets out a sigh, some of the tenseness starting to leave her body as the drug spreads, dulling the pain. "...I was the only one who brought something back." she says after a moment, leaning her head back to look up at the ceiling. "....they didn't want to pay me. Thought it was too much for a newbie. So the fucker had his new boy zap the fuck out of me. And then he dropped a building on me..." she says concisely, bitterly. She did the job...she should get paid. That's the rules. Or not, it seems.

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    The blonde woman squints a bit, hissing as she feels the forcep, even with the dulling pain. But it's not bad. She's had worse. At least it's not a bullet wound. "...I didn't get a good look at him. But he was waiting. He was a meta. Used electricity. Kept laughing the whole time, the fucker." She tries to catch her breath a bit, bracing as John keeps poking around in her side. "'s not bad?"