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Just Glitter and Go Play

Mother Goose was bored, bored, bored.

Sure, she had plenty of reading material and crimes she could be planning, but, uuuuugh, all work and no play makes Jill very unwell. What she needed was some excitement, some games, some music, some party to crash, without all the annoying screaming and the 'how did you get in here?!' and 'I'm calling the police!!!' to spoil the mood.

Wait, they had those, didn't they? Clubs! If it was a snake it would have bit her... wait... snake... coatl... the Coatl Club! Now that was a snazzy idea. If she couldn't have fun there, she couldn't have fun anywhere. True, she'd never been before, but she was sure Lilly mentioned it once or twice... her cousin or something ran it, so it had to be perfectly clean fun.

With that cheerful thought, Mother Goose headed out the door in her best party gown, grabbing a big bag of gold to spend at the club.

    • Lilly Teal
      Lilly Teal

      Her cousin. Right. Still, Briar couldn't be bothered to remember everything, could she? She had so many things to think about. Chaos to cause. Valuables to steal. Heroes to menace. Other heroes to seduce.

      She was a busy woman. But even the busiest of women needed a break, a little time to let their hair down, and the Coatl Club was excellent for that. Did you want to dance? Go ahead. Enjoy the performances? Great! Make the most of a nice dinner? Wonderful. Get cozy at a private table near the back? We've got a spot for you. Unwind a little at the bar? Absolutely. Glare at cozy couples at private tables from the bar? Sure pal, whatever makes you happy.

      The bag of gold clinked merrily, in that certain way only pure gold did, and it started to turn heads almost as soon as she came in through the door. Who was this woman? Why did she sound so... expensive?

      The clientele at the Coatl was usually quite nice, Oz and Celia made very sure of that, but there were always outliers, or troublemakers that had so far been good at not causing trouble. And if you didn't cause trouble, there was no reason to throw you out.

      So just because you were there, and the clientele was usually nice, didn't mean you were always nice. And there was the fact that certain back tables were sometimes occupied by mobsters that the waitstaff had to pretend not to recognise as they made deals or, alternatively, really had just come to enjoy the food and atmosphere. Or both.

      So it was probably only a matter of time before Briar would be approached by someone looking to cause trouble. A tall shadow fell over her.

      "Get you a table honey?"

      Trouble would have to wait. Nobody muscled in when Celia was talking.

      • Mother Goose
        Mother Goose

        Mother Goose's attire probably would have turned heads if the clink of gold hadn't turned them first. It was a look that could be only charitably called 'eccentric' and only then because she seemed to be carrying more cash than Scrooge McDuck.

        In almost direct contrast to the Coatl Club's mature, vintage, jazz-age deco style, the goose's childish, eye-wateringly bright dress would have been more at home on a particularly gaudy parade. Ribbon battled lace for dominance and you would be hard pressed to say which won. Tiny, neon colored fabric flowers criss-crossed her poofy sleeves and petticoat, while larger flowers circled her waist and hair. The effect was not unlike a rainbow of innocence sweeping across the floor to be seated.

        "Gosh, that be swell~ Can you get me one of those drinks with the little umbrellas too?" she asked. Before her turn to villainy, she'd never dreamed of stepping into a palace like this... she intended to make up for lost time.

        • DarkwingPsycho
          DarkwingPsycho

          Meanwhile, another tall, shadowy figure was at the bar, but he wasn't standing or approaching anyone.  He was chatting on and off with the bartender, with whom he had become quite familiar of late.  The Coatl Club was fast becoming his favorite haunt rather than a bar bearing that word in its name.  The bourbon selection was better, and the clientele were more upscale, even if they did belong to much of the same racket that infiltrated the Old Haunt.

          Much like many others, the sound of money caught his ear, and he glanced toward a woman he vaguely recognized, wearing colors so loud he almost went deaf.  Ah...then there was Celia.  He smiled.

          • Lilly Teal
            Lilly Teal

            The tall, shapely cougar raised her eyebrows slightly at the outfit, but didn't comment. She wasn't going to judge.

            That's what Oz was for. But she couldn't help but smile at the goose's order as she led her to a table near the bar to let her get settled. With a bag of money like that it was just best she be under one of the waitstaff's eye at all times. Near the bar was the easiest place for it.

            "Sure honey. There's... a couple of those. What are you looking for? Piña Colada? Mai Tai? Blue Hawaii? Or should I surprise you?"

            Catching Jacob's look out of the corner of her eye, she gave him a flirty little wink and pulled out her order pad.

            • Mother Goose
              Mother Goose

              Oh, that was a lot more selection than she realized... "Surprise me~!" As long as it was colourful and sweet and very alcoholic it would be perfect.

              Smiling as she looked the bar, Mother Goose noticed a familiar face. That nice older man from that extremely awkward love-arrow affair. She wasn't surprised he'd found a new watering hole. It was nice he'd up-scaled, he was much too classy for that rat-trap.

              They never exchanged names that night, but if he was the father of Quiverwing and Darkwing, maybe... "Mr. Wing!" she waved at Jacob. "Fancy seeing you here~ can I buy you a drink?"

              • DarkwingPsycho
                DarkwingPsycho

                His smile broadened minutely at Celia's wink, then he downed his drink.  "Another double," he told the bartender, then heard Mother Goose's call and turned back.  It took him a second to realize what she was calling him by, but once he pieced it together, he smirked.

                When his drink came, he gathered it in his palm, passed Celia a sidelong "come hither" gaze, then slid into the booth across from Mother Goose.

                "I was going to ask you the same thing, Miss...?"

                • Lilly Teal
                  Lilly Teal

                  Oh I'll come hither alright. Just as soon as I actually do my job, you distraction.

                  A surprise it shall be, then. Celia walked over to the bar to confer with the bartender and come to a decision on something fruity, delicious, colourful, and yes, with an umbrella which was carefully laid in to set off the whole effect. It was almost as brightly coloured as the dress of the woman who was going to drink it. Hopefully she wouldn't mind if it clashed a little. It was going to disappear anyway, wasn't it?

                  And since Jacob had reached the her customer's table in the meantime, Celia grinned and added an extra swing to her hips as she came back with the order and set it down on the table.

                  "Here you are, honey. Sweet, smooth, addictive. And the drink's pretty good too," she added, giving Jacob another wink before turning a less seductive and more friendly smile on her, taking something else off of her tray too. "And a little appetizer, it's new and we want to test it out, so it's on the house."

                  • Mother Goose
                    Mother Goose

                    "How about Miss Goose for now~" It was really fun to keep things a bit mysterious, after all. And ooh, this guy was charmer, just look at that romantic tension between him and the waitress.

                    The goose giggled as her drink was set down. "Thanks, hun, it looks super yummy~" she said, taking a sip of the colour collision in a cup. And another. It was really good. And free nibbles too! This place was great.

                    "Care to split it, Mr Wing?" Mother Goose asked, gesturing at two forks Celia left the pair.

                    • DarkwingPsycho
                      DarkwingPsycho

                      "Oh, delighted to officially meet you, Miss Goose," Jacob said, taking her hand delicately and giving it a squeeze.  He would have kissed it, but there was too much distance between them.  He eyed Celia as she returned, and appreciated the extra motion of her hips, flashing her a brief, flirtatious grin.

                      "Thank you, my dear..." he said to her, then turned his attention back on the blonde across from him once the cougar was gone.

                      "Actually, the name's Mallard.  Jacob Mallard.  And it would be my pleasure.  Do you come here often?"

                      • Mother Goose
                        Mother Goose

                        Mallard. Not quite as exciting as Wing, but eh, it was a nice enough name.

                        "No, it's my first time," the goose giggled. "Clearly not yours though, judging by the way you're looking at that waitress~" Especially the way he was watching her tail move. Love- or at least something similar- was in the air. "Gunna ask her out, Mr Mallard?" she teased, scooting closer to the duck.

                        • DarkwingPsycho
                          DarkwingPsycho

                          "Hmm?  Oh her?"  He smiled impishly.  "We're acquaintances who share a certain...je ne sais quoi."  He eyed her shrewdly, which was a distinct change from the playful expression of a second earlier.  "Before we continue, Miss Goose, it is only fair that I should warn you that you may be attracting unwanted attention with that bag of gold there.  It might be more prudent to hide it.  This is a rather opulent place, but that does not mean it doesn't have its fair share of reprobates."

                          • Mother Goose
                            Mother Goose

                            Mother Goose nodded, that was very good advice from what was clearly a wise mentor. Too bad she was terrible at taking advice.

                            "Ooooooooor... we could spend it~" she said, pulling out a fistful of coins to drop them back into the bag with a fat clink-clink-clunk. "C'mon, c'mon, what's all the most expensive things, the really top-shelf stuff? Let's have fun," she wheedled. "I want to have a night to remember~!" Or not remember in style as the case may be. That cute umbrella drink was quickly disappearing. 

                            • DarkwingPsycho
                              DarkwingPsycho

                              He chuckled.  "Well suit yourself then!"  He figured if trouble did begin to brew, he could handle it.  He waved back over Celia.  "Hello again," he purred, then smirked with a nod toward his companion.  "She says she wants all of the top shelf stuff.  I'd give her ideas, but somehow I don't think she'd like bourbon...or my ideas."  He winked at the cougar.

                              • Mother Goose
                                Mother Goose

                                Briar nodded enthusiastically at Celia. Yes. Bring all the best booze and the fancy cheese plates and the gold-drizzled caviar. "Two of everything~"

                                The goose laughed at the outrageous flirting. "Oooh, I think maybe you're trouble, Mr. Mallard," she teased, playing with her little umbrella. "What kind of ideas did you have in mind?"

                                • Lilly Teal
                                  Lilly Teal

                                  "He's very much trouble," Celia grinned at Briar, brushing his shoulder with her fingers. "But some ladies like trouble. So, two of everything, as expensive as possible? You've got to watch that honey. You're lucky the man who sat next to you's after different things than money."

                                  Yes, you never know when you might attract, shady, unsavoury characters. They can just walk up to your table and insert themselves into your conversation.

                                  "Yes Mr. Mallard," came Oz's very amused voice. The handsome man flicked his blond hair out of his eyes and put a hand on his hip. "What kind of ideas did you have in mind? And do they involve room for a third?"

                                  Oh gosh, Oz.

                                  "And who-"

                                  He had to stop.

                                  He just. Couldn't. His eyes froze as they had started to take in her dress, afraid to go on. But morbid curiosity made him continue. It was so. Ugly. He might need to sit down if he kept looking at it.

                                  "What is thi- I mean. Who is this?" he amended, forcing himself to look at her face again. "I don't think I've had the pleasure!"

                                  • DarkwingPsycho
                                    DarkwingPsycho

                                    "Hmm...maybe I'll tell you after we've gotten to know each other better," he said lowly, giving her a wink.  Then he passed Celia a smoldering look.

                                    Blinking, his attention was drawn behind him and he turned to spy the quetzal standing there.  "Ah!  Mr. Brent.  There's always room for one more."  He motioned for the flamboyant avian to join them.  "This is Miss Goose.  Miss Goose, this is Ozymandias Brent, owner of this fine establishment."

                                    • Mother Goose
                                      Mother Goose

                                      "Promises, promises," Mother Goose said, watching the flirting with a smile. The goose shrugged at Celia's comment. "I don't know, a little sparkle never hurt anyone's chances of finding the right kind of trouble."

                                      Look, here was trouble now.

                                      "Enchanté
                                      ," the goose giggled, offering Oz her hand to kiss. "It's my first time here! You have the loveliest staff... and the drinks ain't bad either!" My, he was the best drink yet. Tall, handsome, dressed to the nines... just the kind of class act she expected to be running such a lavish club. By all means, sit next to me.

                                      "Are you admiring my dress, Mr Brent?" she teased. It seemed he could hardly keep his eyes on her face. He was clearly dazzled by beauty. "I designed it myself you know~"

                                      • Lilly Teal
                                        Lilly Teal

                                        "Did you now," he said slowly, raising his eyebrows and studiously trying not to look at it took hard as he sat down, at a slight distance.

                                        Celia was shaking slightly, suppressing loud laughter at Oz's clear refusal to get near enough to let the fabric touch him.

                                        "Is that.. ah, some family heirloom colour scheme that you're very emotionally attached to?"

                                        Because surely you're not wearing that because you like the look of it, right? Unfortunately Oz couldn't remain subtle for very long, it just wasn't in his nature. Now, as much as he wanted to say 'less is more', he adored flamboyance as much as he enjoyed elegance, so he wouldn't be able to advise that with much sincerity. But there was a line between delightfully flamboyant and disastrously gaudy and this woman was so far over the line she wouldn't be able to see it with a telescope.

                                        "What I'm saying, darling, is there's a very pretty lady in there somewhere dressed like an ice-cream sundae was savaged by a gang of highlighters. And I'd much rather see the pretty lady," he said bluntly. His tone wasn't cruel, and his eyes were clearly appreciative as they looked at her face and general structure. "It's not the design. It could just do with... like, five less colours."

                                        "This is usually the part in the night where Lilly apologises for him, but she's not here. But I can offer to drag him off if you like."

                                        • Mother Goose
                                          Mother Goose

                                          Well that just, just, just rude is what it was! Mother Goose's mouth hung open in shock.

                                          "Excuse me?! Do you talk all your customers like that?" she demanded, poking Oz in the chest. "I happen to like rainbow colors, buddy! I think they look plenty pretty, right Mr Jacob?" she demanded, glaring at the older mallard, who shrugged in a decidedly eh? I guess? manner. Men! She looked at Celia, who was shaking with silent laughter. Betrayal on all sides! "...Clearly you can't appreciate my vision." Possibly only bees and art students could. 

                                          The goose sucked her straw angrily. She wasn't going to turn anyone into a frog over this... she'd come out to have fun, not be an angry witch stereotype. "Which five colors?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "And... you think I'm pretty?" That was asked much nicer. 

                                          • DarkwingPsycho
                                            DarkwingPsycho

                                            Jacob glanced surreptitiously toward Celia with a nearly imperceptible smirk at her barely hidden mirth.  "You can drag me off whenever you like..." he said to her as an aside.

                                            Jacob was not a fashion expert nor did he especially have an opinion one way or another, but her dress was rather hard to miss.  However, to him it somehow seemed a little endearing.  At least one could always find her in a crowd.

                                            "Not everyone appreciates the extraordinary, Miss Goose," he offered her gently.  "But Mr. Brent does have an affinity for beautiful things, as do I, and here we are, so..."

                                            • Lilly Teal
                                              Lilly Teal

                                              Oz let out a laugh, having no idea how close he had been to disaster. It was just as well Briar was determined to have a nice time.

                                              "Of course you are. Pretty as a picture. Look at those eyes. Now I'm sorry if I got your back up, but it burns me up to see pretty things in the wrong packaging," he explained with a grin. "Nothing wrong with rainbows. In less neon colours. But as it stands right now, everyone's just looking at that," he gestured to the dress, "and not all of this," her face, her eyes, her lovely hair. "When you ought to be dressing up so whatever they see first makes them notice the rest of you."

                                              Also, is that base dress white?

                                              "Also, white on white feathers? Oh no honey, trust me. I see you as more of a... hm, silver at most. Pink definitely, but something with some flair. I wouldn't take that away from you. Just not around your arms or your neck. Have you seen your neck? People would kill for a long, slender neck like that."

                                              Falling silent a moment, he looked at her thoughtfully as Celia brought some really top shelf drinks, and the most expensive dishes on the menu, giving Jacob another wink. "If they get really busy with this discussion I really might have to rescue you."

                                              "... I have something in back that might suit you."

                                              • Mother Goose
                                                Mother Goose

                                                "Oh..." That was a lot of compliments. Briar blushed happily. Sure, she knew she was gorgeous, but it was always nice to be told. "You think? I do love pink..." the goose brushed finger over Oz's hand. "Ha, you offer to take off every girl's dress in here?" she flirted heavily as Celia brought over the good stuff. (Sorry Jacob, it was hard to concentrate on two conversations.) 

                                                • DarkwingPsycho
                                                  DarkwingPsycho

                                                  "You just did," he said, taking one of the drinks and swallowing a mouthful.  The idea had been to get to know the goose better, but instead he was stuck listening to fashion advice and watch Oz smother her in compliments.

                                                  • Lilly Teal
                                                    Lilly Teal

                                                    "Anyone dressed like that? Sure."

                                                    "Happy to help," she purred. "Oz, we need you in back, the next set's about to come on."

                                                    "Already?" But I have a PROJECT!

                                                    Normally a sparkling conversationalist, Oz was functionally useless in back and forth banter when he was obsessed with something that needed fixing. If we're being honest, he might even have forgotten Jacob was there for a moment.

                                                    Sighing, he slid out of the seat. "If you still want that dress, see me before you leave. And Jacob, see me anytime," he added with a suggestive grin. "Have fun, don't destoy my club, don't get my people kidnapped. Again."

                                                    I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW- oh. He's gone.

                                                    (OOC: I had to take him away, or he'll never stop hogging the conversation. You two crazy kids get to know eachother.)

                                                    • Mother Goose
                                                      Mother Goose

                                                      "It's a date~!" the goose called as the waitress dragged the club owner away. Although maybe it would only be a date in the strictly causal sense, judging by that grin directed at the older mallard. Disappointing. At least she still had a handsome man at her side to talk to.

                                                      "Kidnapped?" Mother Goose asked, puzzled. "Why, Mr Mallard, whatever do you do for a living~?" Surely he wasn't running around on rooftops like his sons in his 'advanced' years... "You're not secretly some obnoxious, alliteration-spouting superhero, are you?"  How many big billed, cape-clad ducks were there in St Canard anyway? It was hard to keep track these days.

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