Who: Dinah Lance, Hal Jordan What: Dinah and Hal finally catch up over drinks, post-Avengers. We take our Schwarma in liquid form. Where: 88 Keys Martini Bar, NYC When: Thursday, June 7th, evening. Rating: PG-13 for language and adult humor
With her throat finally losing its soreness and her voice returning, it had been high time that Dinah and Hal went out for those martinis that had been promised almost a month ago. Hey, they were busy people- who had just gotten a lot busier with all this Avengers stuff, not to mention the uproar that Cheshire had caused in the lives of the Arrow Clan, or Oracle's pilgrimage to Thailand. So far everything seemed to have evened out (for the moment). So, strictly ignoring Hal's demands for anything but pants, Dinah had gotten dressed and ready to go out.
It wasn't unusual for Hal and Dinah to go out by themselves- though there were usually others (see Ollie) around more often than not. But the fact that Dinah and Hal could go out by themselves and have just as good of a time was one of the main points that had led them from acquaintance 'you're-my-friend's-girlfriend'/'you're-my-boyfriend's-best-friend' territory into being friends in their own right.
Starting on her third drink, Dinah was just finishing up a story, "So then Barry goes, 'isn't it impractical to fight crime in high heels?' So I just reached over, grabbed a hold of those little lightning bolts on his head and yanked his cowl across his face. The best part was that he looked so surprised!" She finished, laughing at the memory and sipping her vodka martini.