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Dmitri Pushkin	Dateline Metropolis. It's a day like any other at the Ace of Clube. Friendly faces abound in all directions as the light of a fresh faced sunny day shines down from the windows.      Outside the sun beats down overhead warming the streets of this cool day as it shines out from overhead. People in suit and tie wander the streets reading their newspapers and talking on their phones. It's in every way a perfectly normal day.      Behind the bar with a bright smile on his face and a glass in his hands stands Bibbo Bibbowski in all his glory. He reminisces loudly about the escepades of the man of steel while standing atop a small soapbox to get that last bit of the special booze from the top shelf.      "So I'd say really that's why he's such a big name." Bibbo speaks with a frank attitude hopping back down from the box with a bit of a thud. "Nothing too complex about it really when you just take part in a bit of thinkin."      A boisterous laugh erupts from the counter a man dressed in a brown suit and a bright red tie with a soviet flag pin on his lapel. "Of that there can be no doubts tovarisch" He slaps his hand down onto the table with a bright smile showing off his missing front tooth. "There is many, many reasons for them to be calling him the man of steel."      The man kicks back his coke with another laugh throwing the contents to the back of his throat. Inside the mix is a lime, some cherry syrup and coke the drink of champions. "I am reminded of time we were fighting the mole men of Moldova" He holds his hand out to one side. "We were being surrounded on all sides as the underminer drew fourth excaliber." He slams his hand down onto the table. "That is when he came in with his frost breath, and froze the underminers hand to the sword!" He lifts his hand back to his drink. "Never have you seen such tenacity such quick thinking, of that I can tell you for certain comrade Bibbowski!"
Arthur Curry	Well, Dmitri certainly wasn't just going to be sitting in one of Aquaman's favorite pubs, drinking all by his lonesome! That seems just plain ridiculous. So, just before (or immediately after, depending on interpretation of events), Arthur Curry enters on in. "Sup, Bibbo." He gives the man a friendly wave as he makes his way to the bar, dressed in a rather stylish-looking trench coat with leather pants, a black shirt, and a leather belt around his waist. He takes a seat and smells, quite suspiciously, a lot like saltwater. ...must've been taking a swim in the ocean recently. All the same, he orders his usual drink: bourbon. Though his drink comes in a full blown mug rather than a simple glass, something that makes Arthur extremely pleased as he drinks from it. The man looks like a pirate, with his long hair and thick beard, but he's actually a pretty friendly guy. He looks at the man who speaks words like 'comrade' and 'tovarisch'. "you from Mother Russia?"
Dmitri Pushkin	"Ey comrade, of course! There is being no better place on these wide and wavering times." He takes a swig from his glass the smile never leaving his face. "To be honest the americas could well and truely giove them a run for their money but I have strong feelings that will change before long." He places the glass back down o0nto the table looking over with a fond expression. "New exchanges happen every day torvarisch"      He slaps his hand back down onto his knee "So tell me comrade what is the great Aquaman doing in these parts ey?"
Arthur Curry	Arthur turns his attention proper to Dmitri after finishing another heavy gulp of the bourbon, which....he actually downed in pretty much one go. Though he misses doing it with his dad, his father's back home in Amnesty Bay...so just a good little memoir event for him. "One more, Bibbo." Bibbo nods in agreement and gets to workin' on it. He then responds to Dmitri. "Doing well enough. Guarding the seas, keeping nasties from coming up, trying to reclaim my home." he ponders. "You know, the justice way." he pauses a moment. "and what about you? What in the hell are you doing in these parts?"
Dmitri Pushkin	Dmitri sets his glass a bit further up the bar before letting out a low sigh. "Oh tovarische it is a story ads old as the waves themselves." He turns his attention towards Aquaman, a bit of a smile still held on his face. "We all must remain Leagues above the competition or risk being swallowed whole by it."      Hew grabs his glass swigging down the contents with a smile. "I am on collection duty comrade." He looks up to the television set behind the bar watching the football being played with an earnest expression. "Someone must remember the times we have left behind friend, and if that someone is to be me? I will not be one to fight fate." He rests his hands down onto the bar. "I have done what I can to collect artefacts from the Justice League, to hold on to some small part of our past." He sighs looking back down to the bar. "Every day it gets more expensive to continue my search, and often do I worry if it is worth it at all" He looks back over towards Arthur. "It is common problem of old men no?"
Arthur Curry	"Debatable, the waves have been here long before any surface kingdoms even were thought of." Arthur replies somewhat coldly, but its with a friendly smile all the same as he sips from his stein. But he shrugs. "Suppose so." Pause. "Collection duty?" He turns to face him more fully. "Well, if you want to collect old artifacts, you could try seeking out Batman. A running gag was that he would keep shit almost specifically for memoirs and the like. But good luck, he's a real grouch these days." he chuckles. "and you don't look a day over thirty, what are you talking about? Unless in Russia looking young but actually old is a tremendous insult." Arthur speaks the language, but the culture is something else entirely.
Dmitri Pushkin	"What can I say Tovarische?" Dmitri lets out a low chuckle grabbing his drink again. "I clean up nice." He takes a long sip of the contents once they're refilled by the friendly barkeep. It's a nice little arangement he has here buying up the coke and getting it flavored differently every time.      "You know I often wonder what changed with Batman" He runs his finger around the ri of the glass. "I'm not going to be the one to say he was the nicest of persons but certainly it can not go without saying that he has somewhat changed." He lifts his finger from the glass. "In a way I'm certain one could say we all have over the years but I am more confident in that statement of some over others Comrade Aquaman"
Arthur Curry	Aquaman shrugs. "I have no interest in getting into that guys business. He's scary, brother, plus bats tend to freak me out." Arthur says, fully admitting that Batman is someone not to trifle with or meddle too much in terms of information. "Maybe something did change in him, maybe it didn't. Either way, I'm staying out of his business." He looks at Dmitri as he finishes his drink and gets up out of his chair. "Perhaps. Time changes people, especially in light of recent events. But don't worry...the world still needs heroes." he pats Dmitri on the shoulder. "But...I'm gonna go crash. Its been a long-ass day. I'll see you soon, Dmitri." and with that, Aquaman starts making his way out of the bar.