16114/Society Soirees So Stodgy

Society Soirees So Stodgy
Date of Scene:	09 March 2024
Location:	A New York Rooftop
Synopsis:	Traci and Kate escape another boring society event.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Bishop), Traci 13

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Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
The thing about being rich, and semi old money. You sometimes get dragged to all those fancy society events. Kate blames her sister for this. She's the one that loves doing this stuff.

Kate would have rather spent a boring ass night on a roof top on another stake out.

The only upside is she can at least show off. The brunette with her hair down rocking a slinky light purple dress, high necked, hem at mid thigh. Some matching kitten heel closed to shoes.

A flute of champagne in hand the woman is heading for hopefully an exit.

Not easy when you get waylaid by everyone that seems to have known one of her parents.

It's like a minefield of hellos and air cheek kisses.

Traci 13 has posed:
Traci 13 finally escaped from yet another old man trying to dance with her. They all knew her father, of course, the legendary Dr. Thirteen. He used to do seances at their houses to talk to their old dead relatives - or he would bust the fakes who tried to make money off them the same way.

Which made them all handsy and want to introduce Traci to their bucktoothed sons. She would pass the hardest of passes, just short of making herself invisible to get away. It wouldn't be the first time.

She slips down the stairs to the service entrance and finds Kate Bishop at the bottom of the stairs. "Emergency exit's down the hall to the left, but we have to disconnect the alarm or else it'll set off the sprinklers. Which would be funny, admittedly, but some of those folks are so old, they might die from hypothermia."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Clearly not the only none wanting to escape. Kate hears a like minded voice. Which earns Traci a smile and a looking over with blue eyes. "There's a trick to it. Forcing an emergency door will just get everyone swarming down here. So think we're better off going up and not going down."

Okay she might be twenty five or so but Kate still has her inner teenager and therefore giggles.

"So roof top it is." she suggests and with a point skyward starts leading Traci up and out.

Traci 13 has posed:
Traci 13 is definitely of the 'never grow up' variety. She's wearing a turquoise pants-suit, the front unbuttoned almost all the way down to her navel, only an expert application of tape keeping the top from spilling open to show her petite bosom. Her hair is cut short and stylishly, angular bangs overshadowing blue eyeshadow with a hint of sparkle, her lashes long. Her nails are multi-colored, green and yellow in alternating shades.

She watches Kate run up and past her and sighs, "I could've just bespelled it silent, but instead she wants to exercise."

Of course, being an urban witch, channeling the soul of a city, gave a woman an interesting connection with urban development. Which is how she takes a step up the stairs and is already at the top, waiting Kate by the time the athletic heiress arrives, "What took you?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Love the suit. Would have worn one myself but my sister threatened to torch my wardrobe. I can't remember if I had anything explosive in there so better safe than sorry." she says lamenting having to wear dresses despite clearly being more of a jock than especially girly.

At least the path up to the roof is clear and there's no alarms because rare is the need to escape upwards even if the fire escape goes all the way up there.

Thankfully Kate's clearly and visibly fit enough the climb up a few flights doesn't even wind her.

The door out opened and Kate holding it for Traci. "Aha freedom!"

Traci 13 has posed:
Traci 13 steps out onto the roof and closes her eyes. You still can't see the stars, but that's the way Traci likes it. The city is her universe, her world, and she can feel it all breathing and singing for her as the neon lights sparkle over the city scape. She almost purrs as she makes her way to the railing, curling a manicured hand around the guard.

"Nothing like New York," she sighs, the first city she ever learned and got to know. She turns her head back to look at Kate, "Reminds me of how glad I am to be an only child. Well, as far as I know. My father has gotten around quite a bit over the years."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Fresh air, relatively. It is still the ncity. But even street pollution is still better than old money assholes and worse, their wives.

"Being the younger sister is not always fun." after a while you lose the ability to be milk the status. Usually it's when you accidentally demolish an old bell tower.

"Down there, no one admits it but it might as well be a swinger party. But for business partnerships and pimping out college age daughters with no skills beyond being a wife, and not even a house wife."

Traci 13 has posed:
To Traci, the pollution is like a sweet perfume, the natural scent of the city, like the sweat of a lover filling her senses. She still has her glass of champagne and she drains it, then tosses the glass aside and lets it shatter across the rooftop.

"I've always had the added advantage of being overtly dangerous - some of those trust fund fuckboys don't want to take the risk of me giving them a mosquito dick if they treated me the wrong way. Not that I've ever done that, officially. I do have a good lawyer," she smiles.

"Not sure we've met formally, but I know who you are, Kate Bishop. Traci 13. Nice to meet you,"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Guys are usually put off by girls that have more muscle tone than them." A fact visible as is, even before Kate flexes her biceps and shows of those guns that can pull on a two hundred and fifty pound draw bow.

The brunette in the purple dress finding herself a nice stable ledge and with a quick dusting down to make sure there's nothing on it that will stain her dress.

It's a Van Dyne. Gotta respect the brand. She leans down and sits.

"Do mosquito's even have dicks or is this just a shrinkage thing. Cause I have Pym Particle arrows I can use for that. And Hi Traci, yeah. I figure I was one of the more well known people down there. The secret identity thing is pretty much non existent for me now. It actually makes it harder to hang with some of my friends that do have them alas."

Traci 13 has posed:
Traci 13 smiles, "Well, my Dad's been a famous wizard since before I was born, so I don't exactly pass for a normie either. So we're in the same boat, it's just I'm not, like, a super cool superhero. Well, I am sometimes, but I don't have a codename or a costume or...like a team. I was always terrible at team sports. Again, only child," she says.

"I haven't examined real mosquitoes but I have a good enough imagination that my spellwork can do remarkable simulations of whatever I can come up with," she grins.

"Personally, I like a girl with a six pack who can throw me over her shoulder. Yes, please, mommy."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
There's a reassuring smile on Kate's lips. Pink gloss helping set off the colour against otherwise pale skin. There are goth girls that would be jealous of the coloration that comes to Kate easily.

"Codenames are pretty hard to come up with and a lot of people just don't bother. Hell. Hawkeye is still currently in use by my erstwhile roommate." she won't even go into how many Robins and Flashes she knows of. Or the whole Green Lantern Corps." she adds and laughs.

As for having a particular type. Kate winks. "You should go visit Titans Tower one day." she suggests playfully.

She might know a few girls there. let alone the possibility that she might just have more muscles than just what's visible.