It was the right place, just like Woden was exactly where was expected. The VIP booth was sequestered away from the rest of the club, high and above where Woden had the advantage of both watching over the rest of the the club's patrons, but also so he could keep an eye on things happening down below.
Just in case. Last time he'd been absorbed with things, he'd had Batman to deal with. He didn't want a repeat of that, after all.
By the time Eli got into the club, filled with twisting, throbbing bodies, Woden had already laid out multiple lines of coke, and had already imbibed a few. He was feeling...magnanimous, open. He leaned back in his couch, arms on the back, one ankle crossed over a lined and striped knee. He tipped his helmet, and made a motion both to send the ladies away, and invite in the man.
"Oh look!" he said, a slight slur to his digitized voice. "My trusty steed."
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Just in case. Last time he'd been absorbed with things, he'd had Batman to deal with. He didn't want a repeat of that, after all.
By the time Eli got into the club, filled with twisting, throbbing bodies, Woden had already laid out multiple lines of coke, and had already imbibed a few. He was feeling...magnanimous, open. He leaned back in his couch, arms on the back, one ankle crossed over a lined and striped knee. He tipped his helmet, and made a motion both to send the ladies away, and invite in the man.
"Oh look!" he said, a slight slur to his digitized voice. "My trusty steed."