Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
Iris? [It was a question because there were too many reasons he couldn't anticipate what she was supposed to look like. The coat and the layers and the scarf in her hair. He noted slips of blond just peeking from the edge of the scarf and the whole cohesion of clothing and posture and politeness made Joey think of some distant, desert part of the world that he'd only seen in flickering television specials as a child. Its a Small World After All, and all that shit.]
Hey. [Joey responded by stepping back from the door, and winter cold hissed through where the door opened up on the backside of a parking garage. All of the cars were expensive, it wasn't a bad side of town. In fact, for Iris, it might have been a real familiar side of town. He gestured her through the car garage. When the door fell closed behind her, he slipped an arm around her shoulders(or tried to, depending on how skittish she was).]