new years eve party! ota

[the_caped_crusader]

WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: De Chima Grand Hotel (and the entire block around it)
WHEN: December 31st, 2017
WHAT: New Years Eve Bash!
WARNINGS: Drinking, partying, etc.



[De Chima's Grand Hotel is the city's most luxurious and expensive hotel, mirroring the sophistication and art-forward nature of the neighborhood that surrounds it. The space inside is an electic mix of cast-iron detailing and majestic masonry columns, all of which create a leap from the street outside to the accomodations inside. Bruce rented the entire hotel months in advance, wanting to make a gesture to imPorts and native citizens for all of the turmoil they endured over the past year. Now, instead, they could all come together and celebrate their entry into a new year, and hopefully, better circumstances.

The hotel leads party-goers up the iron wrought grand stair, hand painted silver leaf ceiling overhead, to equally beautiful hand painted elevator doors. It takes them all the way to the rooftop, a spacious outdoor oasis with unobstructed views to De Chima's own glittering New Years Eve ball. There's a premium open bar, with catered hors d'oeuvres and dessert stations. Festive hats, horns, and noisemakers are complimentary as well as Champagne at midnight.

Not to be outdone, Tony Stark has the entire street outside of the hotel set up with a DJ and the largest speaker setup anyone has ever seen, blasting an upbeat playlist of blood-pumping music. Woden is, unfortunately, uninvited from performing after the events of last month, his photo passed around to security and bouncers alike to remove him from performing. Unfortunately, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, who had planned on attending, is immediately removed from the premises by mistake. He can be heard screaming through his vocodor that there is some sort of mistake, but his cries go untended. As with the rooftop above, complimentary Champane and alcohol is served at ground level.

At midnight, the countdown begins to 2018, with a fireworks display the moment the ball drops at 12:00, a joint effort between both billionaires, and one of the few things the both of them could actually agree upon for the evening. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE AT MOM!]

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[nightmarist]

Once Ronan catches sight of the Gray Man, it's difficult for him to look away. He keeps a wary eye on his father's killer throughout the night, a task made effortless by his height. Ronan tracks the man's movement at first, trying to suss out whether he's on the prowl or simply attending by coincidence. Bruce Wayne is well-known. It's not too much of a stretch to imagine the Gray Man was invited to this place. Then again, his purpose could easily be sinister. He could be here for Ronan. Worse: He could be here for Adam.

Ronan corners him by the bar about an hour into the party, though he refrains from his typical fist-first greeting. Violence would reflect poorly upon Adam, and further, it seems very difficult to fight in dress kilt. The jacket restricts movement even more than Ronan's old Aglionby uniform. "You," Ronan sneers at the Gray Man, instead, after shoving his glass at the bartender for a refill. "I thought you'd be with Sargent tonight." Why aren't you? being the accusatory underlying question.

[tenofswords]

The Gray Man just sips the last of his beer and sets his mug down calmly, meeting Ronan's gaze. This room is dark enough that he can easily slip into a shadow on the wall or floor if Ronan gets violent. Possibly even under the bar.

"Believe it or not, but I do have a life outside of you and Blue."

[nightmarist]

"Oh, right," Ronan scoffs. "How rude of me to assume my stalker might be stalking me. I'm sure you have a vibrant social life and everyone here is your friend." He directs his glare to the bartender, who's too busy to serve him immediately, leaving Ronan lingering anxiously.

[tenofswords]

"I haven't stalked you since I got here."

Mr. Gray crosses his arms and leans against the bar, just staring Ronan down. He was stalking Ronan back in their world, sure, but he forfeited the job. Not to mention his employer isn't here. At least, the Gray Man hopes he isn't.

[nightmarist]

Ronan agrees, "No point." Because there isn't one. A version of his life airs every week on cable television, and the Gray Man's already witnessed his secret. After someone's watched Ronan dream a few times, they tend to get the general idea. Unless the Gray Man has decided to do something cruel, he has no reason to be following Ronan and Adam to a party.

That's the problem, though. Ronan has very little reason to believe his father's killer won't suddenly decide to be cruel. He doesn't know the man at all. Only what he's done.

"So you're a pal of Bruce Wayne's," Ronan says, with an edge to his voice that's nearly sardonic. It's not even that he's skeptical. It's just absurd that everyone in the world seems to find the Gray Man charming.

[tenofswords]

The Gray Man has seen Ronan on television while channel flipping. He found it unusual but oddly funny. Just the idea of Ronan Lynch on reality TV. It sounds like the setup to a bad joke.

"We bumped into each other while getting lunch earlier this month, and bonded over BLTs." As far as Mr. Wayne is concerned, Mr. Gray is just a regular guy who likes to wear gray.

[nightmarist]

"He buys his own lunch?" Ronan somehow finds that less believable than Bruce Wayne's nighttime hobby of dressing up in a bat costume.

[tenofswords]

"Unbelievable as that is, yes," The Bartender finally gives him another beer, which he accepts with his thanks. "What about you? How do you know the host?"