8048/'Zza, brews, bruises, and chatter.

'Zza, brews, bruises, and chatter.
Date of Scene:	29 September 2021
Location:	Angelo's Pizza
Synopsis:	Kate and Dinah eat pizza, terrorize a pair of customers, get crowned queens of cosplay. Dinah dupes Kate into paying for a lot of pizza.
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Kate Kane

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Dinah Lance has posed:
Crooklyn. Ugh. Call it Gotham Lite. All the crime, half the gloom. Canary's night-time excursions often take her out of Gotham and, naturally, given the proclivities of the people she deals with, Crooklyn's the natural other place to wind up.

It was an evening of snooping. An early night of tracking. And a late night of teaching ill-mannered ruffians why you can't assume things just because someone is shorter than you and blonde.

OK, so that part was fun.

But it left Canary with a powerful hunger. No, not that hunger. (Not that she's got any prospects for coping with that at the moment, mind. Just her left hand and Mr. Shaky waiting for her discreetly in the top drawer of her bedside table.) No, this is the distinct rumble from her stomach telling her, "FEED ME, CANARY!"

Mental note: Little Shop of Horrors viewing on Halloween again. Make it a flower shop event. Can she borrow one of the exotic flesh-eating plants from the Watchtower...?

All this racing through her mind as her motorcycle raced through the streets, making its way to the only place in Brooklyn she actively likes: Angelo's! Best cheap 'zza in the city, that place has. Her mouth was already watering by the time she zipped to a park spot, nose-braked until the rear wheel lifted, then torqued the bike sideways into a park spot.

Show-off!

Hopping off the bike she breezed in through the doors, grabbed a booth and staked it out and waited for the server, leaning back with her feet up on the bench seat opposite her, crossing her hands behind her head and resting back.

"Loaded large, double everything, and a pitcher of beer," she said to the server. "And if that's going to take longer than five minutes..." It would. "...bring me a bag of deep-fried cheese sticks as an appetizer so I'm not dead by the time the pie arrives."

Kate Kane has posed:
Crooklyn was not one of Kate's usual stomping (curb style) grounds, but she and Dinah have been partnering up recently, so here she was regardless. Roaring through the streets on her suped up motorbike, punching people unaccustomed to Gotham's (and Batwoman's) particular brand of violence. It was cathartic, honestly. Punching people she wasn't use to punching, that is.

Atypical punching.

Now for some atypical night time dining?

And beer.

In costume.

Like Dinah, she pulls up to the front curb (sans stomping) and pulls a nosey stop. Much to the chagrin of some passerby up too late for their own good. "What?" 'Batwoman?' "So?" 'It's New York?' "And?" 'You lost?' "Nope... Hungry."

The less carnal kind. It'd been a... long time... but, she was busy and she had no readily available options so here she was: Eating pizza and drinking beer with a blonde, and not waking up next to one.

It'll do.

She pushes into the shop with her shoulder and makes her way, in full regalia, towards Canary. They look like the most street accurate cosplayers in the city. "Loaded large?" That's a yup, "Pitcher of beer?" another yup. "Are those deep-fried cheese sticks?" Mhm...

"I love you. Just so you know."

Dinah Lance has posed:
"I know you do. Everybody does!"

Canary grins up from her lounging position with that popcorn smile she's so famous for, somehow able to keep good cheer even when in daily contact with the worst humanity has to offer.

"It'll cost you..." She raises a booted foot. "...if you want a seat. You've gotta feed me a cheese stick."

She opens her mouth wide and shuts her eyes.

Trusting.

Foolish, undoubtedly, but trusting.

Kate Kane has posed:
Even behind the white lense of her cowl, it is quite obvious from her demeanor that Kate is glaring at Dinah, "You'd dare test my patience over such a trivial request?" She knows, without a shadow of doubt, that she would. They've gotten to know each other. Kate glances around, frowns, and rubs a gauntleted palm down her armored thigh.

"I am more than capable of eating standing up. Just like bats sleep upside down." Stubborn. Arms crossed beneath her breasts, smug, self gratifying, and staring down at the seated Canary. "So, in the immortal last words of just about every person ever, make me."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Canary sighs the forlorn sigh of a prankster who does not get her way. Faux-sullenly she withdraws her booted feet from the chair and sits up straighter.

"Fine," she says. "I'll feed myself a cheese stick."

Which she promptly does. And then another. And another. This last one she remembers the dipping sauce for.

"Damn, Batwoman, I'm REALLY hungry! Did I skip a meal today or something?"

She snorts. "Well, OK, that dust-up was a bit strenuous, but still."

The beer then arrives.

"Oh," Canary says, after sizing up the pitcher. "That may not be enough. Hey, sweetie..." The server, pimply-faced youth that he is, blinks at the appellation. "...Keep an eye here. If you see that pitcher go below half in under 10 minutes, get another one queued and bring it, K?"

"S...s...sure miss...?" "Canary." To his credit the server is not rolling his eyes here. You can feel the palpable DESIRE to, but it's not escaping him. "Right. Canary. Miss Canary. I'll keep an eye on things."

Dinah looks across at Kate, then, asking, "So what are you eating and drinking?" And there's that damned twinkle in the eye again.

Kate Kane has posed:
There's a moment where Kate is clearly kind of put out that Dinah didn't put up more of a fight, but she watches her devour all those cheese sticks with her mouth growing further and further ajar, "Oh that's fucked up..." Murmured, at the moment when the pitcher of beer arrives and her friend leans into her charms to get what she wants...

She doesn't really pay the pimply faced server much attention besides a curt up nod. He is a civilian and they do not garner more. Especially here in Brooklyn. Move to a real city, you fucking spud.

Her hand swats at the boot in the opposite end of the booth so she can sit across from Canary. "You, if you don't share some of that pizza and beer. I'm fammished." She warns, never mind that she could actually buy this establishment and make them serve whatever she wants.

That's a redundent detail.

"Yeah.. well... you did kick someone in the stomach hard enough that he shit himself, so I figure that probably contributes to your general hunger level."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Canary scoffs at that. "Oh, that wasn't even a challenge. Leon was getting Larger if you get my drift. Dude must have eaten three pizzas the size we're going to eat and was just ready to explode already. Didn't gangsters used to be more fit?"

And that's probably the source of the hunger, come to think of it. Picking up those unconscious bodies and arraying them around the warehouse to strike fear into the gangsters who came afterward. Quite a few "Large Leons" in that crowd.

"Anyway, was fun going out. Almost like dating only with less violence."

WTAF!?

"So, let's tuck in, get a bit blasted, shoot some pool, and ... are you team Seymour or team Audrey II? I'm going to do my annual showing of Little Shop this Halloween and need to know where to seat you."

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate relaxes back in a way that is very relaxed, even extending one boot out beneath the table. Adding to the impression they're just cosplayers, "I guess they did? I don't know, they've always seemed kind of rotund to me." Immulating their extended belly with the extention of her palm out from her own, cheeks puffed out. "Glad I didn't skip leg day." Because that was a lot of heavy lifting.

When Dinah says it's like dating only less violent... Kate cants her head.

"Yeah, I'm getting kind of partial to it myself. I mean, we did beat each others ass and didn't cuddle afterwards, which is a shame." Smirk, eyes roll behind her white lense.

"Audrey II. If I told you I secretly have a crush on Poison Ivy, would you be even remotely surprised?" Another joke, likely, but maybe not. She pours some beer into a glass and guzzles it. "What about Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
"The flower shop's not really a proper venue for that. Little Shop is, well, perfect. For a little... shop."

Dinah's looking at Kate like she's got a third eyeball growing in her cowl-clad forehead.

"And no, having a crush on Ivy is perfectly sensible. Just like my unrequited crush on Animal-Vegetable-Mineral-Man."

She pours herself a beer and raises it in a silent toast before downing it.

"To the loves we dare not name."

That's not how that expression is used, Dinah! And the glinting eyes behind the domino reveal that she knows damned well that's the case.

"Anyway, who am I to judge romances? Ever seen the disaster that is my love life?"

Kate Kane has posed:
"Ah, so you're catering to your venue, that makes more sense now that you point it out to me when I definitely shouldn't have needed you to." Kate nods, lip puffed slightly off the bottom of her teeth in mock embarrassment she does not feel.

"Hah... Yeah, well. She's smart, sexy, and dangerous. That's basically my three part go to for all bad ideas..." Her beer raises, tilts forward, and clicks against Dinah's.

"I don't think that's how it goes." Kate teases, knowing that she knows that.

Knowing that neither of their love lifes is particularly immaculate. "I haven't had a love life in far longer than I'm comfortable admitting, so it's probably just as bad as mine."

Dinah Lance has posed:
"She is all of those, yes. And she's full-on cray. That's the part you gotta watch. Especially the domineering ones who want you to stop being you and be more like them." She reaches across to poke Kate in the forehead if it lands. "Bad. Idea."

And just then the pizza arrives, causing a break in the conversation as Canary's salivation prevents speech without a mess. Causing just long enough of a silence that a neighbouring table's incredulous voice can be heard: "They never break character! They're really believable!"

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate is well beyond the slap Dinah's hand away, they've achieved a traquil level of friendship at this point. Her head doesn't move with the trio of pokes to the center of her cowl, "Yeah, I know, but I bet she's cray in... you know what I'm not talking about this in public." She guzzles more beer and sets it down with a clank.

With the arrival of pizza, Kate likewise pauses in germenation of words for the gustation of pizza. Letting neighbors do the talking for them with only a casual side eye glance in their direction. A glance that settles on Dinah, with a smile around a string of gooey cheese hanging across her bottom lip.

It's a wanna fuck with them? look?

Dinah Lance has posed:
The return glance is also wordless but clearly communicates two things:

1. This is a bad idea.
2. Let's do it.

That's after she's sunk two slices of pizza hastily. Girl's gotta have priorities!

"What you got in mind?" she subvocalizes into the comms. "I'd prefer to be able to come back here because this has the best carbs/grease to buck ratio of any edible pizza place."

Beat.

"But if it's a really good joke, I could sacrifice that too."

Her eyes fall on the table.

"Interrogation?" she asks quietly, proper voice this time.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate hadn't gotten past the initiation of the idea, if she was hundred percent honest. She knew that Dinah was going to agree, that much was a given, but what they were going to do when she did? Not a clue. She shrugs at the subvocal question and devours another slice of pizza in the silence before and after.

When interrogation is suggested, she grins devilishly and up nods. "Good or bad cop?" Draining her beer after asking. Her arm pulls across her mouth, clearing foam that she jerks down onto the floor with a flick of her wrist.

She's already coming out of the booth, however, so she may have made the decision herself.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"You start bad, I'll do good. But that will be relative." That over comms again.

They really should not be doing this. Probably low blood sugar to blame.

"Batwoman, wait..." Dinah reaches out a hand and 'misses' grabbing Kate's arm, putting on a worried expression. Letting Kate get half-way there before leaving the booth herself, she comes up behind Kate with a worried, and slightly apologetic look on her face.

"We can just leave it?" she says with a hopeful voice. That has just a hint of a laugh underlying it.

Kate Kane has posed:
Batwoman is just /at/ the table, looming over them with the kind of expert manipulation of position that can create out a shadow out of any beam of light. A shadow that slashes across part of her face in such a way to partially bathe it in gloom.. Both her gauntleted hands slam down on the table. It's hard, but not so hard as to topple anything. Plenty hard enough to further startle the pair seated there, since they almost could be forgiven missing her suddenly standing over them.

White eyes grill them. Silence speaking far more deeply than her icy cold voice could... which makes the knife of her voice slice even deeper, "What did you say?" Quiet. Angry without sounding violent. Threatening in the way darkness can be sometime.

Dinah, only a step behind, can practically see laughter ready to boil over, but she knows Kate better than these two do.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Now Batwoman," Dinah says reasonably, in a worried-perky voice that itself also conceals laughter for those who know her. "They didn't mean anything by it."

She looks at the pair. "You didn't, right?" she adds with a hopeful look and a quick nervous side-eye at Kate. "You weren't saying that we were playacting at fighting crime, right?"

Without waiting for a response (which isn't going to be forthcoming because the pair are too startled and still processing the sudden change in circumstance), she turns to Kate. "See? They didn't mean it. They know we really fight crime. You can sit down Batwoman. The pizza's getting cold?"

Kate Kane has posed:
Batwoman turns to visibly stare at each of the couple, then over at Dinah. Once again she regards them, "Watch yourselves." She warns, stalking backwards a single step. Two fingers point at her eyes, then over at the couple. With that, she flaps around, flaring her cape dramatically and basically floats the distance to their table.

She's back in the bench in the beat of an eye.

Very quick.

She is Batwoman afterall.

A slice of pizza dangles form her upturned fingers, cheese drooling from the triangular cut end, which she leans over to capture with her red roving tongue as if she's a weird cosplaying geek and not one of the infamous Dark Knights of Gotham.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"There, see?" Dinah says to nobody in particular, perky shoulder-shrug and toss of her head. "It was just a misunderstanding."

She smiles at the confused pair and turns back to her table to join Kate. Behind her the woman says to her boyfriend, in a low voice, but apparently not quite low enough, "I don't know what you see in her, honestly. I mean look at how fat her ass is. I hope the real one's tighter."

Dinah stops, straightening up.

And that face.

Kate's seen that face before. Today, even. About two seconds before the aforementioned bowel-loosening kick was unleashed.

She spins slowly on her heel, eyes laser-piercing the woman (who has the sense to shrink in her seat at the 'performance' of the 'cosplayer').

"What. Did you. Say!?"

Uh... looks like Dinah's taken bad cop now. For reals.

Kate Kane has posed:
Then Kate is there, with her arms wrapped around Dinah, turning her to face away from the couple. There's a fluidity of motion that no cosplayer is likely to duplicate, but she's well beyond trying to convince them now. She's keeping them from getting hurt.

Dinah is one of the only people whose temper rivals Kate's.. and she knows that. So she's urging her towards the door with a few hundreds already laying on the table where their meal had been. If she has to bodily carry the blonde out, she will.

Until they're out side and she has her pushed against the wall with a palm against one shoulder. "Look at me." She says in a quiet, soothing voice. "You don't have a fat ass." Her tongue almost keeps her from grinning. "You have a very nice ass. Now let's go before we kick some bitches ass?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
At some level, even when she's furious and nursing a serious desire to throat-punch someone, Dinah knows good sense when she hears it. She puts up a show of resisting Kate's pushing her out, but it's obvious (to Kate, not others) that it's a show. She's still furious. Still sullen. But ...

... she can't help but break out into a giggle at Kate's comment about her ass.

"Dammit Batwoman, would you stop flirting with me!?" she asks through the giggles.

Then it happens.

Applause pours out of the door of the restaurant, along with people praising the "performance" and the "perfect costuming" and "almost exact mannerisms" in loud, enthusiastic voices. (Kate's pizza eating was considered the only weak part of the performance.)

And that switches from a small giggling fit into a full-on laughing fit. The whole thing. Laughter. Hooting. Pointing at Kate. Laughing more. And even the deadly (albeit impossibly cute) *SNORT*.

"You're going to need more practice to be Batwoman, I'm afraid, but I'm note-perfect!"

Yeah, she's laughing so hard she has to squat to stay upright.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate almost smirks, "No, I probably wont stop flirting with you. I think I'm starting to like you." She admits with a shrug, thankful that the laughter and applause starts from inside so that she doesn't have to think about the fact she had, in fact, said that. She'll blame the beer.

Her hand drops off Dinah's shoulder, turning to face the crowd of patrons with a laugh of her own. Almost amused that she'd been pegged as the weak link in an otherwise perfect preformance. It's not until Dinah breaks into fitful giggling laughter that she too snorts into a single chortle.

"Shut up." She says to Dinah, waving a hand in a princess style to the onlookers who all hoot and hollar more at her very unBatwomany wave. "I'm 100% taking this out on you next time we train." Between her teeth, visible in her smile.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah stands up, then, getting the giggles under control, and does a sweeping ... no, curtsies and bows aren't her style. Her style? Fist pump, loud hoot, and, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your response to our impromptu street theatre!"

In a restaurant.

"Because you've all been such a wonderful audience, all your pizzas are on her!"

She slaps Batwoman on the shoulder and starts to head out, murmuring, "Now you've got more to take out on me," in passing.

Needless to say, Dinah's announcement raises up ANOTHER cheer with everybody applauding Batwoman as Dinah abandons her to the crowd.

Kate Kane has posed:
The smile is still there but it's a whole lot tighter when Dinah offers up her wallet to pay for everyone's food. Batwoman glares after Dinah, but does, in fact, pay for everyones dinner. "Everyone for the rest of the night." She doubles down, paying a couple thousand dollars to the attendant. She once again waves, then slips out of the resteraunt after draining her left behind beer.

"Where you going?" She calls after Dinah, kind of jump step jogging after her. "Hey, blondy, stop running and take your ass kicking like a responsible adult..." She chides, playfully of course, but with the very real possibility that she'll follow through.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"I was heading over to Grant's for the ring," Dinah says. "I mean you want to have this out here in the public eye?!"

Grant's Gym. Ted Grant. Her first mentor and "uncle" among the hero crowd.

She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a ring of keys. "I've got keys to the place. Ted's rules are 'as long as I don't destroy it too bad'."

She grins that infectious grin of hers. The irresponsible, impetuous, but adorable smile that's put many a villain off-guard, along with allies.

"How much did it cost you in the end?" she wonders aloud. You know. To get Kate even more riled.

Kate Kane has posed:
"Don't you smile at me like that..." Kate warns, but it is fucking disarming and that is precisely why she wont let herself be wooed by it. She points a black gauntleted finger at her friend, "I'm going to beat you like you stole something."

Because: "six hundred dollars, but I gave them an extra thousand. That fat guy in the back was six pies in and four pitchers." She's using her fingers to count out the level of the ass beating she's about to deliver. Which doesn't really work like that with the maths.

She throws her leg over the back of her bike and fixes her helmet into place over her cowl. The location programmed into the computer to plot a course. "Meet you there, don't stand me up or it'll be twice as bad when I find you." She doesn't think she will, but threatening is fun.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah feigns a look of worry. "Uh, could you lend me about three thousand dollars? I suddenly realize I need to get on a flight to ... anywhere else ... about ... five minutes ago."

Then she laughs, hopping on her bike and firing it up in a single motion.

"See you at Grants!" she calls out as she races away maniacally.

From within the restaurant, one of the patrons, looking out the window, sees the pair, sees their bikes, and sees the crazed way that Dinah rides off.

"Could they have really been...?" She pauses, then shakes her head. "Nah!"