Re: Gotham: Russ & Imogen
He didn't know either word at all but the girl sounded like she was sure of herself and maybe that was what he liked about her: young, real fucking young and naive enough to sit down in a bar and take whatever came across the wood toward her but she thought she knew herself and she stuck to that shit. The knowing was more important than getting the other shit right.
The green bills were crumpled when he fished them out of his wallet and lined them up to cover the rest of his bill and he looked at her, real practiced at seeing when someone was too drunk for shit. She was standing real steady, but Gotham wasn't somewhere you left a woman out of Marvel who had been there five seconds, who didn't know what the hell the place was like.
"You need the C," he agreed, standing up, height and breadth and worn-warm cotton. "Russ C too. You need to get back to your door. This place ain't somewhere to hang out when you don't know it."