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Arthur Curry	The Long Night Bar has its place in the hierarchy of Brooklyn bars. It's not one of those places that indulges in catering to the tourist culture, not one that angles to be included in Fodor's or other travel guides. Its bread and butter tends to be the locals of the area, even more focused on the neighborhood. In ages past it might be considered a crossroads college of like-minded individuals considering it's kept going mainly by the regulars who frequent it... and the occasional bit of illegal shenanigans. Nothing too egregious is known if one is aware of the word on the street. Tax shelter mainly for some money-laundering. Beyond that?     Very little.     Though one thing does draw in the punters of late, for sure. And that's when the Brooklyn Tech Athletics take on the Gotham State Warriors in NCAA basketball. More than their fair share of locals cheer the Athletics, ever since local hero Benny Keys started playing and scoring consistently. So today the room is loud, filled with a rambunctious crowd. The beer is flowing. Today's 'special' hot wings are going out by the score and selling like hot cakes.     Unfortunately for the man known as Arthur Curry he didn't realize exactly how /much/ the bar changed from one day to the next. So when he stepped through that front door to the loud crowd noise his eyebrows rose as he murmured, "Oh man."
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker is there as well. But she's not focused over on the NCAA games. No, she's focused over on the Olympics being put up on the camera. Where the US and Canada are playing one another in women's hockey for the gold. Sarah's voice is very loud and among those that are swearing. Whether at the refs, the teams.. Or just something in the general slalom of things. It's hard to tell that her attention is likely on a different sort of game than the big one though.     It's also hard to tell who she -is- rooting for but sometimes you wanna see muscular girls smashing about.
Dinah Lance	Already present was a figure at the bar. She had short black hair, unlike what she was known for when she was in the public eye in her heroic persona. Right now she was simply Dinah. Dressed in normal clothing for the evening, of jeans with a pair of hiking style boots. Easier to deal with the snow that way. She had on a t-shirt supporting her team, the Gotham State Warriors. Her jacket had been removed, passed over to the barkeep for safe keeping. There were not a lot of Warriors fans there but they did have a presence and it was a friendly rivalry. So far. Dinah was enjoying a few beers. Nursing her third as she kept an eye on the door. Then she spotted the figure walking in. She could flap her arm in the air to get his attention but if so, she might out herself as knowing the hero when she was incognito. Also, it was more fun to watch him deal with the insanity that was the bar on game night.
Arthur Curry	The vibe in the room is strong, a bit wild. On the primacy of the screens there's the A's vs the Warriors game, which has its own crowd. Rambunctious souls all leaning forward, half-watching while half-eating or drinking. A running play by play is audible barely even through the crowd noise, but there's also a steady commentary by the main crowd wearing their A's paraphernalia with their thick Brooklyn accents prominent.     "Nice lay up, nice lay up!" One man claps, applauding.     "You see that shit, shoulda been two and one for that. Gotham refs are corrupt."     "Hah, more like Gotham anything is corrupt. Fuckin' shit hole of a town."     Though there are some other people paying attention to the Winter Olympics with Sarah, though their attention isn't quite as rapt, some might just be watching it since it's right in front of them, while others do seem inclined to enjoy some of the ladies doing their thing.     Arthur though? Poor Arthur spends a good two or three minutes just scanning the crowd, looking one way... the other. One rough hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck. Tonight his hair is pulled back into a pony tail and he's wearing a loose tan hemp shirt that's covered in part with a black hoodie. Blue jeans and black boots finish his civilian look. It's not enough to draw the eye mostly, though some glances are spared.     Until finally he spots Dinah, sitting on the bar near where Sarah's watching the Olympics. Close enough that there's some overlap of sports there. He makes his way across, turning his shoulders and walking through the crowd. He'll get there... eventually.
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker would go to yell somewhere over at the basketballers. "Shut up! Some of us are trying to enjoy a /real game/!" Said with the sense of someonew ho hadn't had that many beers but had volume on their side to make up for it. But in the loud crowd it might not be particularly audible.     Sarah's own drink is chugged for a moment as she then breaks up and into curses at something going on thes creen as Canada makes a -particularly- amazing goal as she would have her own language cut off by the crowd and tuned out.     It would have her slumping in her place and muttering, going to hold her hand up for another beer while then giving a powerful glare at someone nearby cheering at the wrong moment.
Dinah Lance	She shouldn't find this as amusing as she did. Dinah was going to blame it on the beer. It wasn't the alcohol though. She just found Arthur looking like a fish out of water--HA!--amusing. He was generally at home in a bar setting but she'd chosen a night when it wouldn't be the usual level of crowd he was acquainted with. She might be evil. That decision was still up in the air. The comments about Gotham were heard and filed away, a peek to spot the suspects in that particular offense. Gotham had it's problems but it was also far better than it got credit for. She didn't see where it was any worse than any other big city. Course, she lived there. She might be biased. Look at t-shirt for verification of bias. Finally she realized Arthur might never find her as she heard Sarah raising her voice at the basketball crowd. A glance to the crowd then back over to find Arthur weaving through the crowd. She raised her hand up in the air to try to wave him over. If that failed, she'd be putting two fingers her mouth to let out a loud whistle. Hopefully the waving worked.
Arthur Curry	Of course with the mood in the air, some will hear Sarah's casual growl and hollar of sufficient volume. The democratic response? Was a one-fingered salute, and another guy laughing and saying, "Screw you, lady!" Very tolerant for New York in fact. Moreso for Brooklyn.     But then Arthur makes it over there and gives a nod toward Sarah, "This seat taken?" The one next to her and the brunette Gotham Warriors fan.     If the response is passingly polite he'll settle on in, if not well... he'll feel slightly bad as he settles on in.     And then greets Dinah with a thump on the back as he grabs her shoulder and pulls her into a one-armed embrace. A friendly greeting as he ducks his head in to say something to her without shouting too much. "So I want his to go on the record this was your idea!" He draws back to look in her eyes and nods.
Sarah Rainmaker	The yell would be returned by Sarah, "F*cking out of towners! You've sucked since the Dodgers packed up and left!" Another few yells from her about a team that had left town before likely everyone in the bar had been born.. While not knowing particularly what it meant, it had always been something that had wrangled up the natives.     So sore spot or not, Sarah would glance at Arthur with a confused 'what's it to you' before going to let her eyes settle on Dinah, giving a wave over while glaring over at the basketball screen. "They probably paid off the ref." That's said ever so quietly and vaguely that it could be interpreted either way.
Dinah Lance	"Of course it was my idea," Dinah said with an unapologetic grin at Arthur. She waved to the bartender, getting his eye so he could come over for their orders. "Another beer for me and whatever he wants, add to my bill." Seemed she was treating tonight. Seeing the wave from Sarah, she gave her a smile and nod. "Probably so. Seems that happens pretty commonly in sports in my experience. They almost always have a bias because they hire locals for the position." She shrugs it off as one of those things that she has no power to fix.
Arthur Curry	"Listen to this shit?" Which comes from another group of people near the bar at a table close. A group of men huddled around the table and watching the televisions, though no team effects might mark their loyalty they do seem to take some umbrage at the Dodgers thing.     "Yeah I'm listenin' to it." One of the men says loud enough to be heard as he stares daggers at Sarah's rather flattering backside, to be fair. Still. What she said is wrong!     Arthur gives a nod to the bartender, "Corona and lime?" Which gets a grunt of acknowledgment before he turns his back to the bar and actually looks at the people watching all the televisions instead of the televisions themselves. Of course this grants a clean line of sight between Sarah and Dinah and Art.     "Refs are corrupt, ever since the... 2012 playoffs I had my eyes opened." To the universal corruption of all referees. It's a fact in Arthurworld.
Sarah Rainmaker	What would Tick say to things like what? It's over at the stare from the man at her backside that Has Sarah Rainaker get up, "Excuse me." The girl would go to pick up her beer, and walk over towards the man at the table and with her hands over at her sides then before going over to quietly waunter over and moves to head to the table of the man that had done the thing that she would kill him for.     "You have something of mine." When there.. She would go to just move to try and grab his drink, drain it in one chug if she could, and then head back to if not stopped take a seat over by Arthur and Dinah again.
Dinah Lance	"See." As though Arthur's weighing in on the same side as Dinah made it true. Her brow tightened as she watched Sarah getting up and moving toward the table the Dodgers comment had come from. Which had her looking over at Arthur, a smirk starting to appear. "Oh this should be interesting. Might want to drink your beer fast." And that is when their drinks were delivered. She picked up her beer, taking a healthy swig out of it and keeping an eye out for fireworks.
Arthur Curry	"Was that..." One of the men looks at the other as Sarah Rainmaker, with all the swagger of a wild west gunslinger saunters on over and /yoinks/ that drink out of the man's hand. And for a moment he just looks at her with furrowed brow and wide eyes nestled beneath the brim of his A's cap. There's anger there. Confusion. And perhaps a touch of being scaroused.     Which has one of his tablemates being rather abrupt, "Hey, that's rude as shit, lady!" Which has him pushing out of his seat abruptly as his foot hits the chair opposite him and sends it skittering into Sarah's leg all rudely.     But perhaps unintentionally.     Which has Arthur looking over, then looking back. "Hey man, I just got here."
Sarah Rainmaker	The foot hitting the floor is uninterrupted in it's arc over. Sarah Rainmaker at least has the ability to get hte glass out of her face before she breaks it on her jaw and has glass, and it would tumble away as she likewise tumbles over to the ground. There's as ort of natural arc to things. Girl takes guy's beer, guy complains, another guy goes at girl (maybe by accident), girl goes to fall over while glass of mostly empty alcohol goes to fly in slow motion through the air ot hit the ground and likely crack.. If not shatter.
Dinah Lance	As she watches the insanity starting. Taking the drink was one thing. She had expected the man who lost his drink to respond. But instead it was his buddy. The chair sliding. Sarah losing her balance. Two words came to Dinah's mind. "Drink faster." She finished off her beer in a very long swig, tracking the path of that glass into the air and trying to see where it would land. Hopefully not on a person. Because that would be the worst luck ever while being utterly hilarious. "If it goes sideways, do we stop it? Or run for the door?" Or do what she figures she'll do which will be getting involved in other ways.
Arthur Curry	"Hey man, what the fuck?" Arthur says as he's turned and he seems not quite ready to throw hands immediately as he's still processing what exactly happened as poor Sarah takes a shot and seems to go down. But his golden eyes narrow as he quickly looks from one to the other as more chairs slide back.     There's a few more looks given, "The fuck?"     "That guy clocked that woman!"     "Motherfucker!"     And suddenly things are divvied up, with the men at the table forming up around them. Those near Sarah at the bar are squaring up opposite the group as they likely think they just clocked her for no reason. Some further down the bar are looking over and at a glance it clearly looks like some Brooklyn fucks starting a fight with Gotham fans and that causes some mental lines of division to form almost instantly.     And then one of the man at the table gets shoved by a guy wearing the wrong color of a hat. Which leads to the next punch being thrown. And in the next five seconds a ton more start going to town.     Which leaves Arthur scowling, "I didn't even get my beer yet!"
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker has not had the best start to the night. So a fight seems to be about par for course. She might not revel in these, but she's still needing to blow off her own steam. However, as an uninvolved participant who in -fairness- did instigate things with something extremely rude by the standards of bar etiquette, she's left with one pressing thing while trying to scramble up to her feet.     Namely she hasn't the faintest idea -who- to start hitting. Given the guy that she'd gone to lug the chug from already had his escalation.. Stupid logic, getting in the ways of things.     Meanwhile,a s if by magic, the jukebox would kick in 'You've got to fight for your right to party'!
Dinah Lance	It's that moment when the Corona, with a lime tucked in the top, gets placed in front of Arthur. Dinah grins and takes her beer to take a quick swig then leans back as a wild swing from one of the participants in the escalating situation almost hits her. Almost. "Popcorn?" she asked the bartender who frowned at her. She shrugged and spun back around to watch the goings-on. Until a bottle flew toward her head. She grabbed it out of midair, about two inches from her face. Then she fired off a pitch that the old Dodgers would've been proud of, sending the bottle right back to sender and hitting him in the forehead. Unlike most movies and tv shows, bottles were a bit more solid and less likely to break though breaks would and will happen. This one happened to stay intact as the man crumpled. "Hurry up!" she urged Arthur. "I want to play!" And she was hopping off her barstool, ready to wade in.
Arthur Curry	To be fair, there are people that are calling the police, others that are filming the fracas, and others that are participating only marginally. The actual brawlers? Are perhaps eight or nine people really giving it their all. Though it's not quite like the television shows indeed. For one thing Dinah's bottle /clonks/ loudly as it impacts with that one man who had been about to kick someone who had fallen.     For another thing two other guys are trying to hold one of the others for a third to get in some free shots at the guy's junk. Which is enough for Arthur to slide off his seat, "Man. Seriously?" And that beer is forgotten despite his desire for it. He tells Dinah, "Alright, go play. Don't do anything... permanent to any of them."     Which should still give her some freedom.     Sarah's not left alone entirely for she may well see out of the corner of her eye another woman getting up and about to try and punch her square in the kidneys for some reason. Maybe she just didn't like how Sarah was talking trash earlier.     While Arthur grabs the shoulder of one of the men who was holding that other helpless. "Alright cut this crap," Which... actually has some impact since Arthur is so big.     Only for a bottle to /crack/ over his head and it actually does shatter. But it still hurts. "Son of a... piss... damn!"
Sarah Rainmaker	Dinah's smooth professionalism in going on the attack is noticed over by Sarah Rainmaker in a maneuver that's just as graceful as some of teh ice skaters on of the last few days. So as Sarah watches, then goes to pay attention to the developing brawl over. And hears the words 'not permanent' that little bit is filed away for review later. Well, if there isa later after cocnussions, alcohol, possibly paying bail..     So it's in all this that the other girl is coming up towards Sarah that gives her a delightful distraction. Namely as that fist goes in to hit her from the side that has Sarah snap around. She goes to try and move to jab her fist up into the other woman's jaw. No showing off her. Then going to try and lower her center of gravity to shovce her shoulder if she could into the girl and get into a better position to brace herself. Don't do anything tos tand out.
Sarah Rainmaker	Running on over past Dinah would be some sort of weird'ish looking.. Monster. Pink fur, a mass of teeth, wearing a punk outfit wiht a huge spiked collar. Rushing past her chanting, "WO-MAN! WO-MAN! WO-MAN!"
Dinah Lance	She had permission! Not that she needed it. But she was trying to behave even though she really was itching to get in a fight. It'd been a couple of days before she'd had any sort of challenge. She'd not even been able to spar with any of her usual dance partners for training. Dinah waded right into the worst of the fighting. Not content to take on the fringes. She watched as Arthur helped on the guys that were--not playing nice. Was fighting playing nice? That was a philosophical discussion for another time. She started with blocking a punch and slamming her fist into the nose of the man who'd tried to hit her. Then another was moving in and a high kick brought his face into her boot. Or her boot into his face. Tomato Tomahto. Which is when she did a double take as Animal ran past her. Wait, not quite the muppet. Though he certainly was the human version and he was yelling that single word like an idiot. The distraction caused her to take a punch to the face, snapping her head to the side. She focused on the man who did it and smiled. He paled.
Arthur Curry	The bar had definitely taken a turn for the worse. As Sarah and Dinah both handed out their fair share of personally delivered mayhem, Arthur was scowling as he rubbed a hand against the back of his head and... yeah ok, a little bit of blood. Which as he finally turned around he saw the small guy who must've reached up real high to slam that bottle against his head. "Seriously, man?"     The question is asked in such a tone of disappointment, as if talking to a kid that promised to not eat anymore cookies only to be caught with his hand in the jar. "C'mon." And as he says that he grabs the little fellow by the lapels of his A's jacket and hangs him from an eight-point set of antlers, leaving him dangling here as he zips up the guy's jacket, then breaks the clasp of the zipper off.     Dinah's got her own dancing partners, and Sarah's getting angled on by two others who heard her loud mouth for entirely too long during the game. Someone's gonna pay!
Sarah Rainmaker	<Insert name of your preferred team/venue/locale> had it coming! Sarah Rainmaker wasn't sure at this point which of them she had exactly been going after now. but it's a full on brawl and she's handling it just about as well as she can! She's grappling one girl.. Right in time for the other two behidn her to grab her and yoink her by her shoulders. They're going to pick her up, bracing as she would yell and threaten.     We're going to learn a new world children! A very fun word! The word is 'Defenstration'. Verb. Among the more popular uses 'to be thrown through a window'.     Enter Sarah as example!     HEAVE HO! HEAVE HO! HEAVE HO!     Sarah would go flying out the window!
Dinah Lance	The one that had managed to connect his punch to Dinah's face got a punch back from his trouble. Another got taken down by a spinning kick. CRASH! She spun around toward the sound just in time to see Sarah getting thrown out the window! "Damn. Wasn't ready for that. Cops will be here any second now." Another kick to a woman coming at her with a broken bottle and Dinah took a leap, landing on a table and then dropping down near Arthur. "I think we need to make an exit before we end up on an official report. That would probably not look good in our record for work." Meaning Justice League since that was the work they shared in common.
Sarah Rainmaker	Out on the ground, Sarah Rainmaker would let out a groan of pain, of bruising, and of.. Well, now she was picking herself up, and then charging right back over into the brawl! Apparently having settled on who she was going to be hitting now. Which may be hilariously entertaining to Dinah or not as the girl had finally settled on where she would try and plant her fists in.
Arthur Curry	Dinah lands near to Arthur and tells him they should cheese it, Arthur sees poor Sarah /thrown/ out the window while there are people still scuffling and struggling and he's a little grumpy that he didn't get his beer and some chucklehead clocked him with a bottle. Not even to mention this was going to be a fun thing which it certainly is not.     So what does he do while the chaos and mayhem roils around him?     He grabs the six top table from the middle of the room, lifts it in his hands then brings it /down/ with a heavy crash cracking it into three pieces that all crumple in on each other and thump together with a staggeringly loud /CRASH!/ which with the window's breakage and the wildness of Dinah taking fools down abruptly...     Might be a moment of reprieve.     Where people suddenly quiet down.     Where the television is still going.     And Aquaman raises his voice, "For fuck's sake, cut the shit!" He points around him at the others, "No more of this. Cops are on their way. You got warrants or whatever fuck right off. You wanna get outta here cuz this isn't your vibe. Fuck right off. You wanna stay here, you better cut this shit out or I am gonna be unhappy."     As he says that last word he /snaps/ a length of that table in two and tosses the pieces to the side where he glowers most grimly.
Sarah Rainmaker	Poor Sarah Rainmaker. Thrown out of window. Charging back through window bruised from pavement. Small cuts over her. Ruined outfit. Ready to charge back over into the melee with fists drawn out, for revenge, finally getting somewhat of a thrill from it..     Right as Arthur would bring things all to a HALT over and likely everyone would just stop, stare, and slowly break apart. Sarah has to resist going 'Oh COME ON' from her expression over that eventually falls away..     Right as the sports broadcast goes on about 'Gotham' and 'Referee Interference'.
Dinah Lance	When Arthur calls a stop to everything, Dinah has to chuckle softly to herself. She manages not to say what she's thinking, instead just watching the reactions of everyone around them. That was worth the price of admission. People begin returning to their places even as the tv goes on. Just another day. A few people head out the doors. "You okay?" Dinah asks Sarah, looking her over but realizing she seems alright. Superficial wounds but nothing broken. Then she looks back over to Arthur. "We staying or going? You didn't get your beer yet. And I have to say, you seem a tad on edge so I think you need one." Which is just amusing as hell to her as she tries not to laugh, lips twitching a bit to hold back the smirk.
Arthur Curry	The room is mostly quiet, though the comment about Referee Interference gets one of those original guys at the table to groan and say, "C'moooon."     Only for Arthur to suddenly point at him and say sharply, "Zip it! Zzt!" Then stare him down until the guy seems like he's about to say something else which earns another, "Zz!"     To Dinah he looks back and says, "I." He shouts. "AM GOING. TO GET MY BEER. AND THEN." His voice lowers as he looks around all dangerously quiet. "I am going to leave." He grabs his beer by the neck and picks it up. The lime in its neck floating a bit awkwardly.     A voice in the back says, "Actually that's illegal!"     "WHO SAID THAT!?" Arthur snaps.     Silence.     He repeats. "Leaving." As he looks around with those wild wide eyes that are the type of eyes one sees when someone tries to mess with his dashboard radio.     But then he's turning and moving with Dinah a little, over to Sarah as he says, "You ok? Need a hospital?"
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker would just shake her head over and glower, trying to spot the people in the crowd that had launched her to a new shot putt record. "I'll be fine." That given voer to Arthur and to Dinah as she would make it a point of trying to act dignified even as some bits of glass would go off her. Someone didn't want to have something on their record either. That would just make a bit more of an issue.     Her finally going to just grab a couple of bills to put them over on a counter to cover her own drinks (but not share of the damages) before intent on just walking out. She was going to have a pounding headache come the morning and she hadn't even gotten tipsy.
Dinah Lance	Dinah almost burst out laughing. Just the anger from Arthur at having his quiet night of drinking ruined by a brawl. But just the zzzt and way he was dealing with the crowd had her far too amused. She moved over to the bar, picking up her own abandoned beer which had managed to stay upright despite all the fighting. She finished it off then pulled out a large wad of bills, dropping them on the counter and watching as the barkeep picked them up. It was enough for their bill and some of the damages. Not that it was her fault but she felt it was the least she could do. It should cover the broken table at the very least. Then she strolled for the front door, glancing at Sarah and giving her a brief nod. Then a smile given to Arthur, having to look up at him. "We need to do this more often." And she darted out the door at a jog before he could respond.