Who: Bruce Wayne and ?? What: Drinkin' and clubbin' When: Night Where: Gotham City Rating: R Status: Incomplete
"S'cuse me..." Bruce murmured, brushing up against another gorgeous young woman as he made his way toward the bar with his empty glass in hand. "Pardon me..." he winked at yet another dancing female as he squeezed passed. The club was packed and the music was pounding powerfully through his chest but he had left Gotham quiet tonight. Of course he was on-call at all hours with Alfred watching the computer in the Batcave but there really was no point in being home- he wouldn't sleep. Bruce Wayne didn't sleep through the night, he worked and when he wasn't working, he was in places like this, wasting his money away, leaning on the bar, smirking at the women and perhaps even spending sometime working up a sweat on the dance floor.
But for now, he was working on a powerful hangover for the next morning, not caring that he had a meeting first thing in the a.m. Waving down the bar tender, he ordered another long island ice tea in a chilled glass, no ice, just the way he liked it. Within moments, half the drink was gone. Bruce took a moment to pause and enjoy the burn in his throat before turning and watching the dance floor with dark, intent in his eyes. Like a lion ready to devour it's prey.