#starcbash

OPEN

Lois hadn’t done this kind of snooping for a story in a long time. When she was working at the AP bureau in Beirut, she had learned about her stories in bazaars and family-owned stores—now, she was hobnobbing with some of the most influential (and most wealthy) people in Star City to get the scoop. As much as people liked to say that this was just a party, nothing was ever that simple and she knew it. If she looked hard enough, if she asked the right questions and managed to be in the right place at the right time, she would surely find a story worth reporting on. For now, however, she swirled a drink in her glass lightly, not really drinking it—she was on the job—but instead watching what was going on. “This place is amazing, isn’t it?” she asked, turning to the person next to her. “The height of luxury. Fitting, for a party around here.”

Gwen wasn’t nearly as comfortable at parties as MJ seemed to be—five minutes in and it already seemed like MJ had vanished into thin air, probably turning some strangers into her best friends without even trying. Gwen, on the other hand, stood kind of awkwardly, one hand holding a drink while her other arm was folded lightly over her chest. She observed more than she participated—she was much better in smaller groups—but still, she figured that if she got enough drinks in her, she might actually work up the nerve to talk to some new people. Maybe even people who didn’t know here-Gwen—who would judge her for her, and not her similarity to her dead counterpart. 

Linda cheered and looked over the defeated guy who was twice her size, five empty tequila shots consumed while he’d only been on three, “Alright big guy, pay up!” she demanded, laughing joyously as her red-faced opponent handed her a hundred dollars before heading on his way.

“Tell me, and be honest, am I pulling off the damsel in distress look here?” Foggy asked, barely managing to keep his beer in his glass as he swooned into the posed arms of an Iron Man statue on display, “Cause I think this is oscar worthy, my summer in theatre camp is paying off!” he chuckled.

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Selina was sitting at one of the tables, her legs crossed daintily as she took yet another shot—of course, she was cheating just a little, but it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t cheat at any and all games she played. She flipped the shot glass over and placed it firmly on the table between them, the mark of her lipstick still staining the rim of the glass. “You just tell me when you’re ready, darling,” she said with a crooked smirk, watching the man’s drooping eyes across the table from her. “I’m going to take that as a forfeit,” she said, plucking the hundred dollars from the center of the table. “Now, who’s next?”