12931/Meanwhile, Back in the Lounge...

Meanwhile, Back in the Lounge...
Date of Scene:	30 September 2022
Location:	VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Glorianna meets a certain Harley Quinn. The two make plans.
Cast of Characters:	Glorianna Silver, Harley Quinn

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Glorianna Silver has posed:
The VIP Lounge in the Hellfire Club is great place to meet, network, conduct politics, even drink and dance. At this time of day, however, the VIP Lounge is actually pretty quiet.

Glorianna Silver likes it that way. The redhead is clad all in black, as is her custom in the Club, with the long cape almost brushing the floor behind her. She gazes down into the Ballroom from the balcony, holding a drink in gloved fingers that has been full for quite some time.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The Hellfire Club is a place that admittedly Harley hasn't been around much, what with a menagerie of pets to handle, living in Brooklyn and all the shenanigans she gets up to it's hard to find a time to come out here and have fun! Or whatever it is people do at this fancy club.

"Noooo, really...." She is talking with a bouncer that has stopped the clownette from going into the VIP room. Most likely due to her not being dressed up to standards by just having a tight black mesh shirt on along with the kind of shorty-shorts that don't exactly scream Victorian Age much. They do scream lots of revealed skin though, so that's something!

"I got my multipass right heah..." She searches around (not that there's a lot of places that multipass could be). "Aww, crap..." she raises a finger to the bouncer.

"One sec.." dig dig dig. "Ahah!" she wiggles the black and gold card that shows her as a member.

And then she is let in. But to where exactly? That's the question. Harley's been exploring and it's not like the hellfire club has little plaques announcing what which room is. She's like Harley the explorer.

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver hears the commotion at the door, half-turning as it interrupts her reverie. That's when she spots the brightly-colored girl in the monochrome outfit. As Harley the explorer sets off to case the room (most likely), the redhead plots an intercept course.

The black cape billows a little in her wake, also showing that flashing a lot of skin is apparently in fashion in this place. "Trouble with security?" she asks, curiously.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Nothing the multipass couldn't handle.." Harley replies with a flash of a smile that shows those pearly-white teeth. She comes to a pause to appreciate the redhead for a moment, head canting to the side at the choice of attire. "Ok, I probably took a really wrroooong turn down the corridor." she pointing with her thumb behind her and laughing.

"Or maybe it was the right turn." She murmurs, tapping a finger to her chin, "I mean, redheads have always been my weakness.." Ivy does come to mind! And Harley seems to have no shame either as her eyes run over Glorianna's dress.

"Ooo, love the necklace.." she says, leaning to take a closer look at that red stone in the center. "I am Harley." she says distractedly while her baby blue eyes are busy inspecting that necklace up-close.

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver shifts her weight at the redhead comment, the cape swishing just so. She chuckles softly. "A lot of people have a weakness for redheads. I really don't mind." she replies. Of course while Harley is doing a fashion assessment, so is Glorianna.

"Not sure if it's mine or not. Then again, I'm not entirely sure -what- your natural color might be." As Harley leans in to inspect the ancient Ember Stone, Glorianna permits it. At least she doesn't pull away or hide it or anything.

"I'm Glorianna." she replies. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Harley. And I'm a collector of rare antiquities, but this is by far my favorite." In a lower voice she adds. "Careful, darling. Stare too long and people might get the wrong idea about us. Or the right idea, I suppose."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I don't even know anymore.." This about the color of Harley's hair. It has her lips purse together, "Probably a medley between blonde, all the way to black with the rainbow in-between. Been too long.." her eyes grow a touch distant for a while there. It -had- been a lifetime ago when her hair had been normal and without being either bleached or painted. She eventually lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "It's not important. But wait, you dunno what your real color is too?" That has Harley cant her head to the side a bit more curiously...

Not that her stare to the stone stops, "Rare antiques, is it? Well, at least you aren't like those stuffy old rich people that collect and never show them off." it then followed by another laugh.

"I thought the hellfire club was all about the wrong ideas meshing with the right time.." her eyes finally drawn from the stone to look up at the other woman's gaze, "Or am I wrong?"

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver shifts her stance, cocking one hip to the side and planting her free hand on said hip. "Well thank you! And I assure you that I am neither stuffy nor old. And you aren't wrong, at least not totally. The Hellfire Club is all about opportunity. Creating the opportunity for people with ideas to meet people who can turn them into action.

She takes a sip of her drink, something amber-colored in a glass that probably one held ice as well. "It makes me wonder whether you are one of the ones with ideas or... no. You seem to be more a person of action."

Glori meets that gaze, then, shifting to ease a bit closer. "And as for my hair color, I assure you that the carpet matches the drapes, as it were."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"No? Does that mean you are young and supple?" Harley waggling her eyebrows and then laughing at her own joke before letting out a sigh. "Oh, gosh. That one was horrible.." the joke!

At the suggestion that she is a gal of action it makes it so Harley rests her hands on her hips, thoughtful, "Oh really? But then that would mean you are the one with the ideas..." a moment as she assesses the other woman and arches a brow at those last words before grinning mischievously. "I never take anyone's words for granted.." she replies, leaning closer a moment before smirking and making her way to the counter. She taps a couple of fingers there. "Can I get one of those?" she points at what Glorianna is drinking.

"Let's hear your ideas then."

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver laughs at the 'young and supple' crack, even tossing her head a little like one of those high society types. Because technically she is. Walking along with Harley to the bar, she hangs back enough to assess her new companion. There's definitely strength and confidence in her movements, along with a lot of physical capability as well.

Definitely a woman of action.

Glori settles a satin-gloved elbow on the bar. Apparently she's drinking high-end bourbon on the rocks with a twist of lime. "Actually I'm one of those people who is a little of both. I have some ideas, but I'm also not afraid to get my hands dirty." She pauses for a moment, then asks. "Harley, have you ever been on a treasure hunt before?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
The clownette takes a whiff of the drink. "Mmmm, bourbon.." she seems to be no stranger to this strong stuff. "I think you are well ahead of me tonight! And here I was thinking we were just gettin' started.." she twirls the liquid inside the glass a bit before craning her neck up. "Bottoms up!" and she takes a drink. No, she isn't crazy enough to take it all at once. But takes in a generous portion.

"A lot more fancy than the cheap stuff I usually take. I mean, my roommate thinks it's high end stuff but I know better.." She turns, resting an elbow on the counter and looking up at Glorianna, "Treasure hunt?" that has her curiosity peaked a touch.

"I mean, I *have* dug around for treasure. And by treasure I mean a bomb. Gotham is a weird place.." her shoulders rise up in a shrug again.

"I suppose the treasure was not gettin' killed by it! It worked." She smirks but then asks. "Yours is probably a different kind of a hunt though.." eyes narrow thoughtfully.

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver raises her glass for a sip to Harley's quaff, the redhead looking very amused. "Life is too short to drink cheap liquor. I'm glad to see we agree on that." she replies. Glori lifts a brow, then.

"You're from Gotham?" Yes, she looks genuinely surprised, in spite of the colors and all the makeup. "And you hunted for bombs. Yes, I've heard that Gotham is a weird place, but I always attributed it to poor reviews by tourists."

Shifting to face Harley more directly, Glorianna gives a slow nod. "What I'm referring to is a very different hunt." Reaching up with a gloved hand, she toys with the Ember Stone necklace for a moment to catch Harley's eye once more. "There are other... artifacts... similar to this one. They aren't easy to find, but I'm researching several histories and expect to have something more solid soon. Then I will need a field team for retrieval."

Harley Quinn has posed:
That Glorianna doesn't seem to know who Harley is makes the clownette get both surprised but also amused, a wider grin coming to her expression. "Yup, could say I helped put Gotham in the map!" a wink from the pale-faced woman and another sip from the glass, "And I mean, it's sorta how I got to become a vip heah too.." she leaning in closer to the other.

"Or do I look the type ta have a lot of money, mmm?" she shakes her head, "Nope! I suppose I should thank Scarecrow for crashin' a party here one day and, well ..., I beat him up. It was kinda fun, he has a very punchable face, ya know?" specially that weird mask of his!

Gaze drifts to the Ember stone again when Glorianna touches it, "Well..." a beat, "I am something of an archeologist myself.." she tells Glorianna. Woman of a thousand jobs it seems! "Maybe not exactly but ..! I kick ass like noone's business! I would be in."

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver laughs softly at that. "Wait. So you got VIP status here for beating up someone who crashed a party? That has got to be the most..."

Glorianna shakes her head slowly, thinking of everything that she's seen in the Club so far. "Actually I suppose that makes sense. And I could always use a woman at my back who knows how to throw a punch."

Looking Harley over again, Glori adds. "This is the part where I warn you about possible loss of life and limb, as well as other health hazards. But I get the feeling that none of those things are really high on your list of concerns." She looks around the club, then. "Perhaps we could discuss this more openly in a different environment. If you're interested, that is."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Sort of. By crashing I mean coming in and startin' to affect everyone with his fear gas. You know, standard Gotham villain.." Harley seems quite knowledgeable about Gotham villainy apparently! "But he didn't know I had a little trick up my sleeve so ..." and she demonstrates by throwing out a punch in the air.

*Kapow*

Even makes the little sound of it.

"You'd be amazed how attached I am to my limbs..." She replies back to Glorianna in a solemn manner. "I don't wanna be a pirate just yet. Peg legs aren't my thing. I do love a good parrot though." and she says it all with a serious face. Maybe it's one of her life goals. Being a pirate!

"Sounds like a plan." She then says about discussing it someplace else. "You are the one with the ideas so ... you can choose the place." and then a grin. "I will bring the action."

Glorianna Silver has posed:
Glorianna Silver's blue eyes brighten at the graphic description, and she even chuckles at the sound effects. "Harley, I do like the way you think." she replies. "Although I can assure you that piracy will not be required for the endeavors I'm referring to." Pause. "Probably."

The redhead looks around the VIP Lounge, at the quiet alcoves and private rooms. No. She knows Shaw entirely too well to have the conversation here.

Reaching down, she slips a business card out of the top of a thigh-high boot and offers it to Harley. "Meet me here in one hour. Show this card in the lobby and they will take you right up to my apartment." The card has no name, just a plain address with some odd embossing on it.

Glori never asked whether Harley could even read, of course.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"That's a shame if it isn't.." Harley replies about the needs of piracy. She reaches to take the card, holding it between fingertips and eyeing it curiously. "Mmm.." is what she comments on it but then tucks it away on the back-pocket of her shorts.

"Sounds good! I will be there." The clownette can very well read tyvm!

"Will just give me enough time to finish up this drink."