Re: Dick/Tim: Near the cake and the bar. Obviously.
Dick hated fighting, he hated being at odds with anyone. Being at odds with Bruce was a natural setting, but even this one felt off. And he'd managed to alienate Tim in about twelve seconds flat. He wasn't in the best of moods despite his walking around and uprightness. But he was glad when Tim approached.
He even smiled, he wasn't pretending nothing was wrong, he was genuinely happy he'd approached at all. "That's my next plan of attack," he said with regard to the cheap bartender, he was sure he was on the "give him extra" list. And if not well he'd be getting himself added to it hastily. "I'm flirting for a bit, making eyes, mapping out which piece I want. It's science, Timothy." He said and tilted his glass up and drank a bit more down. Then he stepped two feet closer to Tim and hugged him tightly. He didn't care at all about anyone watching, or really about Tim's personal space at that point.