another round. [Open]

Anybody who had ever entered the Roundhouse knew that there were enough drunkards to conjure up quite a bit of information. The shaggy-haired brunette had come with that intention as he sat at the bar, his fingers laced together around a beverage he had no intention of drinking. Sitting alone without anything would have seemed strange, he had noticed shortly after arriving. A smirk tugged at his face as a young man swayed past, barely able to remain upright.

Spencer Delacroix was on the town tonight. And while he was there dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt, the mind of Magicman scanned over his shoulder, surveying the crowd. The usual groups seemed to be up at this hour, but in the next hour, the numbers would multiple and the drinks would have made their rounds. He may hand out his real name and mingle his way through the crowd, but he was there for business. After all, he had heard rumors of a few more Titans and independent heroes, and he wanted the scoop while he could get it this easily.

His partner in crime was across the room, dancing around to whoever displayed any sort of attention. A pair of leggings clung to her legs, stopping shortly before a pair of stilettos. A flirtatious smile clung to her face as she moved from person to person, not even conversing. She seemed almost mysterious, but the off-white and turquoise dress seemed to draw in some attention. She finally made her way to the outskirts of the sweaty crowd, the smile still perched upon her made-up face. Eyeliner and lip gloss was the accessory of choice, and she caught her reflection in a counter top as she strode over in the direction of her twin.

Liam paused, her hand resting on the back of an unoccupied seat. She remained still for a moment, her eyes scanning the crowd for anybody who looked out of place. She knew some of the supers looked rather unusual, but she doubted many of them would be seen stomping around the Roundhouse at this time. Her smile faded for a moment as she found nobody immediately, but that was fine with her, it just gave her more time to have some fun.

Spencer cast his twin a wary glance - which she wasn't paying enough attention to see - and turned slightly in the seat to survey the crowd. An under-aged teenager who had already consumed mass quantities of alcohol wandered past, giggling.

This night was going to be... interesting, Spencer decided.

Had it not been for the incredible mass of humans, Domino would never had entered. She found their life interesting and yet incredibly useless. Humans die off; Hybrids never do. No; Hybrids were special creations. Powerful. Intelligent. And yet, all the same, heartless and cold. Very much heartless and very much cold. Domino hardly could stand being around the worthless sacks of flesh. Yet she managed to crack a few small grins towards those who greeted her. Even if they were horribly, terribly drunk. Her nose scrunched as she moved through the crowd with ease, her feet moving in a liquid movement as she inched towards the bar.

“Hey,” the bartender smiled, wiping the glasses free of water. “what can I getchu?”

Domino hadn’t been sure of what to order. She never had to drink, to eat; even sleep. Yet she gazed at the menu like it was a mysterious sort of thing hovering above her. She bit her lip in response and pointed at the menu. “Bloody Mary.” Her voice, as cold as it was, seemed almost delicate in a matter. She wrapped her arms around her elbows and scooted closer to the bar, her arms resting on the cold wooden counter. She examined it, her chips calculating the mass, distance, the type of wood. “Oak. Around thirty-five in diameter and nearly eighteen feet in length.” She muttered. Domino caught the awkward glance from the bartender and snorted, her eyes nearly glazing over as she hissed. He turned, quickly making the drink before moving on towards the next.

“Alexander George Lee. Thirty-five year old male. Lives in Gotham. Interesting – no criminal records… Perhaps he’s not worth my time.” She mumbled again, taking a drink when the glass was handed to her. The taste was bitter-sweet, something different for once. She scrunched her nose and looked around, her eyes collecting data, flashing slightly as the cameras inside began to flicker. She was looking for someone. Who, even she wasn’t to sure of.

But whoever it was, wasn’t alone.

The blond spun around her bottle of mountain dew in hand and let her emerald eyes scan the crowd. She could spot anyone with powers from a mile away, and ten minutes before they walked in. The three that stood out to her most were Spencer and the other blond of course she looked much older than she was whereas the emerald eyed medium looked younger. Of course as she had a collage ID no one was about to depute her age. She just forgot to mention the fact that she had skipped a few or more grades.

The third was the Hybrid. Not exactly super but not really human either so she counted her as super... well she was a she... wasn't she?

Finally she decided that she was bored and might as well talk to the brunette she was sitting beside. She had nothing else better to do, "So Spencer, just out of curiosity why are you keeping such a close eye on her, Liam can handle herself you know." she said and took a sip of the green liquid in her hand.[/size]

His dark eyes waved over to the young woman who had taken a seat a few down. There something off about her - this almost seemed like what he was looking for. She was certainly dressed in a fashion that didn't make one believe she was out for a night of partying. However, Spencer wasn't entirely sure. He was about to say something, but caught himself just in time. The short-haired girl was certainly unusual. He awkwardly took a sip of the drink he held before him, almost grimacing, trying his best to look natural.

After all, Liam certainly seemed in her element as she swayed to the loud music. With her balance, it was easy to do so, and she was honestly enjoying herself. She glanced over at her brother to see him being approached. She would have been concerned, but she was certain he could handle himself in here. If not, she could easily step in and toss some people around. The thought amused her, and she giggled slightly as she migrated further into the dancing crowd.

Spencer nearly jumped out of his seat. Had he met this girl before? His eyes widened - he couldn't tell if the blond was familiar or not. Either way, she would have had to meet him and Liam. "I... uh..." The Magicman stumbled for words. After a moment, he managed to calm himself enough to speak. "I am the older brother." He would have said something about being a team, but he had a feeling that if she knew them, she may not know about the theft, and it could have blown his cover.

Serenity rolled her eyes, "So is that your excuse then?" she said and took another sip of her drink, "Well I guess it works, but still nice work last night by the way, the Titans have no idea what happened." she said with a roll of her eyes, "Of course they don't bother to ask but as long as you don't kill anyone I really don't care." she said and brushed her long blond hair out of her face. She was wearing a light green tank top under a white unbuttoned blouse that was rolled up to her elbows and cutoff jeans that were rolled up to just bellow her knees. The thing was she was wearing white sandals with emerald rhinestones, not what one would expect in a bar.[/size]

Domino had not intended to find the duo as fast as she had. She was hoping more for a challenge, if not for a fight. What else is there to ever do in Jump City anymore then chase the Good and protect the Bad? Or have them join her side. She watched the duo mingle with a blonde girl. She was short by the looks, and seemed young. Almost too young. “Serenity Swanson… Sixteen year old female. Ghostwhisperer… Future-seer. How odd… Why would someone like her be in such a drab a place like this?” Domino said, taking the straw and placing it at her lips. “This may be easier then it has to be…” She muttered, turning back to the bartender and slamming down her glass. “Another.” She ordered, snapping her fingers together.


This Alexander fellow wasn’t exactly in the mood for her anymore. Sure; she was paying him well. Nevertheless, she was getting quite annoying. “Haven’t you had enough? It’s been three already…” He said, taking the drink and mixing her a new concoction. He was shaking his head, mumbling nonsense before sliding it towards her again. She smiled, taking the glass and sipping on the pink bendy-straw.

“Never.” She answered. “I can handle it, bub.”

Spencer froze, his mind panicking. For a moment, one might have wondered if he was still breathing. He'd never had anything like this happen to him, and to be quite frank, it was freaking him out. He bit his lip slightly, taking another drink of the beverage, forcing himself to try and remain calm. "Yeah, I think that will be my excuse. She's a big girl, but sometimes she gets caught up." He smiled faintly at that thought, rather amused that one day Liam might need his help. After all, while he was the elder of the twins, she always seemed to be the one out there to save his rear.

He glanced around slightly, his eyes on the strange young woman with short hair again. His eyebrows creased for a moment. She looked like trouble - and it probably didn't help that she was peering in his general direction. She was downing beverages, which may have hinted the strange appearance she gave, but still. Something seemed unusual about the circumstances. "That's not normal," he whispered to himself. He straightened up, leaving the drink on the counter, and frowned slightly. He cast a glance at Serenity. "Alright, I don't know you - but I think sticking around would be a bad idea right about now."

What was a good illusion he could salvage? His fingertips glowed slightly as he faced down, forcing a false mask of a different face upon his own. The figure he looked like was older, more rugged, and a bit dark for someone in his late teens. His eyes were a different color, and his face slightly scarred. His shirt changed to a dark gray shade. His shoes appeared to be a different style, red now. He managed to slip through the crowd, though he looked slightly awkward, and in the direction of his twin.

Liam turned to catch sight of her brother, able to see through his illusions. Her brows creased. "Spencer, what are you doing?" she hissed as she swayed over toward him.

Something was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't tell what.

Serenity walked efficantly over the floor and tapped Spencer on the shoulder, "I'm pretty sure that won't work." she said glancing again at the hybrid on the other side of the room who had downed another drink. You'd think that a mechanical being wouldn't be able to eat or drink much. Especially that much beer. "I'm pretty sure, she er uh it." She sighed and rolled her eyes before glancing back at the girl, "I really have to ask her what she wants to be called." she muttered to herself. She side stepped a couple who was going to fall over in a second and pulled Spencer out of the way as well. "I'd do something quickly or she's going to do something, I'm not going to tell you what but..." she glanced over at the other blond in the room. There were way to many blond's in the bar right now. "You can probably think of something." she said and glanced around at the normal humans in the room.[/size]

The glass was soon slammed down, the ice banging against the sides of the clear mug as she slid from her seat, wiping the pinkish drink from her lips. She moved with liquid movement towards the table. She was far from them, yet she felt so close. Like she could grab them already. Yet the Hybrid had some difficulties getting toward the twins table. People began to gather, laughing and talking and singing the best they could. Though their attempts were quite horrible. She growled, pushing her way through them. “Move!” She snarled, her teeth ground together as she heaved herself through.

Domino had not realized he changed. He would come in even handier then she would have ever expected. She smiled, shifting towards the left as people began to move. She was angry at this. As she continued on, the duo – and the other little blond girl they called Serenity – began moving away. Domino swore, watching and waiting, before following behind them. The favor needs to be asked.

After all, the blueprints could only be found by those who were not known by Victor Stone and Marianne Brown.

"Who the hell is this?" Liam asked her brother, her tone calm, despite her glares. What was he doing? Picking up chicks? There was no way Serenity was even eighteen. She folded her arms, quickly surveying the other blond. She was small, and seemed to be quite comfortable with what was going on, like she went through this frequently. As the girl dragged her brother off, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She may have been used to socializing with random people, but this was unusual, especially since her brother's fingers were glowing.

"I- uh. Wait. I'm really, really confused." Spencer was rambling by this point. He allowed himself to be moved, catching a very angry vibe from his sister. After a moment, he stopped, frantically looking around. Was the short-haired young woman still following them? He couldn't tell at the moment. "Alright, can you tell me what's going on? And... how do you know who I am?" It wasn't like he ran around advertising that he was a thief or anything like that. Sure, he never wore a mask, but he didn't waltz around in public during his leisure time in his costume.

"Yeah, I want an explanation," Liam cut in, her tone icy. Her heels clicked against the ground as she followed, still looking rather displeased. As a few people wandered closer, she glared. Even in their drunken states, they could tell that they shouldn't mess with her. She cast a glance around, confused for a moment as the crowd parted slightly. "Spencer, what did you do?" she snapped, concerned that their cover had been blown or something of that sort.