3047/G&T late nights

G&T late nights
Date of Scene:	03 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Green Arrow, Shatterpoint, Emma Frost, Hellion

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Green Arrow has posed:
    It is a lonely place this hour, tonight. Still open, but only the high achievers with nothing else to do would be here now. A great time and place for the young and successful to hook up. For the less young and less successful, it's just another quiet place to get a drink and in some cases avoid an empty house, or servants long since gone to bed. In still others, is is a balm for wounded egos, strained minds, and long hours.
    For Ollie, it's a decent place to get a gin and tonic after another fruitless Gotham Night chasing some folks shipping arms up to Star City. He chased leads into New York, and to Metropolis, and somehow ended back up here. He settles at the bar, and slides over the outrageous amount for a simple double. "Gin and Tonic. Double. Two ice cubes. Lemon, not lime. Get it right, keep the rest of the bill." HIs tie is deliberately slightly askew. his jacket immaculate and bespoke. His facial hair is neatly and precisely trimmed. Other than Wayne and maybe a couple of others, he's one of the more muscular billionaire types around.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline Ramsey slips into the bar with little fanfare. She had been asked, by a man in a bat themed jumper of sorts, to take time for investigation. Specifically, the familiarization sort- she's there merely to learn about the upper crust and well to-do of the modern era.

    As such, the sight of a random woman, not necessarily dressed out of place, but all, perhaps, too common for this particular establishment... Well, it's slightly jarring. Maybe worth a second glance, but seeing as it's just a woman in sunglasses- at night, indoors, which speaks to certain assumptions about her that she doesn't care to correct- a sweater, and some plain jeans... Well, a second glance is all she's probably worth.

    Quietly, calmly, and without disturbing anyone, Caroline sets herself down at the far end of the bar, where she unleashes a small number of bills, and, without speaking, orders a shotglass of something clear and high-proof.

Emma Frost has posed:
Stepping in to the bar a few moments after Caroline, Emma Frost, the unmistakable blonde CEO of Frost International walks into the bar with a hand lifted to her ear and a cellphone pressed against the oriface. "No James. I told you. I'm not going over the terms of the deal with them again. Either they sign the contract, or they are out of the Frost line without a second thought. -No, James. I don't care. Just get it done. Bye." She says.

    Emma pulls the phone from her ear and slips it into the pocket of her business coat, worn over her shoulders instead of her arms through the sleeves. She wears a vest and a top is hidden beneath it, giving the promise of eyes lost in her physical form. Frost walks up to the bar and glances over Ollie quickly while sitting down and lifting her hand towards the bar keeper, "Yes, a white russian."

Green Arrow has posed:
    The nice bartender in her starched white shirt and neat bowtie settles the glass down in front of Ollie. There is a generous wedge of lemon on it. Two ice cubes. Obviously a double. His grin is broad after he sips the drink. "Perfect." He assures the bartender. She smiles brightly and pockets the generous tip. "Anytime, Mr. Queen. I _love_ my Q-Phone." She nods to Ms. Frost and moves to start crafting the drink giving Ollie a little look.
    "Emma Frost." Ollie intones from his bar stool. "Shipping magnate and humanitarian par excellence. A real pleasure to see you out and about tonight." He is pretty much without a Canadian accent. While he does look the woman over, it is a cursory sort of glance. Just enough to be polite, and little more. he has a reputation as a skirt chaser, but he is so rarely caught doing it; he is so discreet it is almost like the reputation was manufactured. He lifts his drink to his lips to take another little sip of his g&t. His sigh is soft. The bartender provides the drink on a small napkin. "Ma'am." She says politely.

Hellion has posed:
     Shortly after Emma orders, Julian Keller walks in, handing the doorman a very convincing fake ID and a generous palm greasing. "Thanks Guy." He says before saddling up to the bar with Emma. "Cherry Soder Cola."

  The telekinetic watches around, making sure no one looks too into what Frost is doing. The lady in sunglasses only receives a nod, he figures there's more there than the glasses, but won't pry. Oliver Queen however, gets an equal nod from Julian, just making his presence known.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline finally actually attributes a name to the face of the blonde she's seen a few times- and, indeed, is made aware of who Ollie is. This is good information- not entirely usable, but it's still good for her to know who some people are. Though the others aren't watching, she takes up the shot of what is almost certainly vodka or everclear and sends it down her throat with seemingly no physical reaction. She has yet to relearn that these things burn, and it's hard to react to a sensation you no longer properly feel.

    Setting the shotglass back down, she directs the bartender towards the bottle again, ordering a second shot without a word. It may not do anything, but it does at least help her maintain some manner of appearances of being a normal patron.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma looks down at the drink for a brief moment before her fingers curl around the tumbler and she lifts it to her silver painted lips to take a gentle pull from the drink. It's then she finally addresses Ollie and with a few nearly offended blinks.

    "My company does more than simply ship. Oliver Queen." She says, as if her knowing his name might throw off his scheme of chasing her ... not skirt but pant suit. Emma lowers her drink, unaware of the slightly time displaced cop, but she is aware of her student seated next to her.

    <<I hope those fake ID's aren't made at the school Julian.>>

Green Arrow has posed:
    He doesn't give the kid the stink eye. But game recognizes game. Ollie was sneaking into these places when he was too young himself. He just quirks a slightly approving smile at the young man, as if the kid sneaking in makes him happy. The erstwhile archer simply hides his smile behind his drink.
    "Yes, and I make more than consumer electronics that reshape the cultural landscape." Ollie gently banters back. "But perception is reality. I'm just the guy who makes gee-gaws and electronic fun, and you are just the person who gets them shipped." He makes it sound like a lament. "When really it is the tip of the metaphorical iceberg." Certainly, he isn't clever enough to make an ice queen and titanic reference all at once? Ollie sips his drink. It's not shots fired, but it is a quiet reminder that he can play social games too, so why not let's all be pleasant?
    The bartender; The poor bartender! She hustles down, trying not to pay attention or laugh as she goes down to give Caroline another shot. She cannot laugh or smile at either Ollie or Emma, or else she will lose out on generous tips.

Hellion has posed:
     Julian hears his mentor loud and clear. <<Of course not, you think you can get this quality with a nerd and photoshop? This one cost me a pretty penny. Fools every doorman here to Beverly Hills.>>

  A smooth sip of the beverage makes him smile. "Thanks! How about a shot of silver rum to go with this?" He offers the bartender.

  Julian's outward appearance is cool, and collected. He observes the conversation between Emma and Ollie without much to indicate eavesdropping.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline sits there in silence. Admittedly, it's been a long time since she was actively trying to recognize the nature of people who should or should not be in bars, but it's kind of like... Well, like figuring out if a bike should or should not be in your nightclub. Or bar. And sometimes it's an underage mutant and not a bike- the point is, she has always been clever, and having literal perfect darkvision to see when money exchanges hands also helps.

    She's onto it, but frankly, there's really no point in exposing him. She's from a time when you drank and smoked young, which helps a ton in determining whether or not he should be allowed to stay. She observes- and overhears, the conversation, committing as much to memory as she can, which is basically everything. She has no need to interrupt, and calls... Only so much attention to herself with how out of place she somewhat is.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "You know I run much, MUCH more than a shipping company Oliver." The white queen says, lifting her mocha colored drink to sip some more. Her eyes, nearly imperceptibly squint for a brief moment towards the fellow blonde. She stands up, after setting her mostly full drink down on the table, she uses the back of her hand to push the drink over the side of the bar and down onto Ollie's lap. "I am not /just/ anyone." The woman says in a stern but not violent tone.

Green Arrow has posed:
    "No. You're just easily baited and poorly disciplined." Ollie says as she pours the drink in his lap. He makes a slight face as its cold, but he lifts his drink to his lips and takes another little sip. Cool (Literally with that cold drink in his lap!), calm, and collected. His lips quirk in a little sideways smirk. "You gonna clean that up?" he asks, his smile building under his moustache amidst all that well-manicured facial hair. "Use the silk napkin if so. I like silk." Oliver quirks another little smile.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Raising a brow, Caroline has to admit that for a spare moment or two, she's more than eavesdropping, she's actually genuinely -amused- by the interaction between the two rich blondes. She smirks just slightly to herself, before dropping the second shot. She doesn't order a third, not immediately, as that in and of itself would be weird and suspicious. Instead, she merely sits at the bar, holding onto the shotglass for a while.

Hellion has posed:
     And there Julian thought this was going to be an easy night out drinking.

  Once White Russian is over Oliver's lap, Julian's cobalt blue eyes keep toward the two, drinking as much of his now rum infused drink on it. He slides a $50 to the bartender before he makes his move. A flick of his first two fingers as he lifts the glass, the barstool under Oliver cracks and breaks. "Woah!" He exclaims, pitting the drink back down on the table. "You alright?"

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma doesn't even dignify Ollie's comment with a response as she turns her back towards the man with a huff, exhaling heavily from her nose as she starts to march towards the door she came in a few moments earlier. The bill of the drink is applied to her tab and will be taken care of as she passes the scanners just inside the doors and the CEO is off to somewhere else.

Green Arrow has posed:
Unfortunate that stool. Too bad it goes skittering across the floor as Ollie puts his feet under him. He's quite fit. "Thanks kid. I'm splendid." He finishes his drink. he puts down another tip. "Thanks for the drink." He assures Emma. He gives a nod to the lady in sunglasses and he heads into the lobby to get a ride home.