[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Bill]

[John]
John nodded as Jack spoke. He seemed to be studying
the man (Perception + Awareness = 5). "You may have
a point. But I wonder if this party is carpe fuckin
diem to them. They might be taking it as seriously
as the problems they'll face tomorrow."

[Jack]
Cigarette dangling from his lips, Jack eyes the man
with as much solemnity as he can muster.

"Why worry about it? What if there are more serious
discussions taking place? Or deals being made?
There's a couple of 'em over there in the corner who
are most definitely making some serious fucking
plans."

Off to one corner of the ballroom, was a tuxedoed man
whispering sweet nothings into the ear of a very
receptive and elaborately decorated woman, while
both inched their way to the nearest exit.

"Yep." Jack smirks. "Very serious indeed." He suddenly
wondered where Christine was.

[John]

John didn't frown. He was having a little trouble
staying in character tonight, something that was
unusual for him. Footprints. A lot of footprints. 
Something had come to Gotham.

He looked around at all the people. "A couple of deals
are the exception, not the norm. People in Gotham are
convinced that our fellow party goers are their
leaders in one way or another. If something bad were
to happen, would you trust these people to see the
city through it?"

He glanced at his cigar, and crushed what little was
left on an ashtray nearby. He notices Jack looking
around. "Did you want to go and find your lady
friend?"

[Jack]
Wrinkling up his nose, Jack shrugs. "I don't even know
'these people' you're talking about. Why would I trust
'em? Bad things happen all the time. No one cleans it
up or does fuck all about it. Why would they?"

He drains his glass of ice water, now wishing he'd
ordered something stronger.

"My lady friend will find me, I'm sure. Don't want to
interrupt her, 'specially as I am not as presentable
as she is at the moment."

With his slightly over-sized, out-dated tuxedo jacket,
empty glass, dangling cigarette, and bleary,
half-opened eyes, one could hardly argue the point.

[John]

John shrugged and took a drink of his beer.  He watched Jack over the rim of his glance, as if he was studying something he saw but no one else was aware of.  "You must have gone through quite a bit of shit.  Recent?"

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