Fancy Meeting You Here...[Glider]

[Trickster]

Ah! A night on the town! That's just what he needed! And he knew just where he wanted to go.

Old Penguin certainly knew how to do up a club. And Ol' Tricks certainly knew how to wear a suit. He stood out almost dramatically from many of the patrons, be they old men, spoiled rich kids, or wealthy people with no real fun in their lives. James was young, charismatic, and could get a room full of people laughing with little to no effort. Despite not having a date, he'd attracted quite a few women to his table, lavishing compliments and drinks as though they were going out of style.

He kept his drinking to a limit, however, as he knew how most of these women worked. God forbid he blow too much on them or, even worse, find on in his bed in the morning. He wanted to be sober enough to call a cab, after all. The women around him giggled and wiggled, and he even managed to catch the attention of the club owner who donned a few words of warning on him.

"Relax, Cobblepot, I'm here for pleasure, not business..." He flashed him a wicked grin and the other man walked off in a huff, while his own attention turned back to the pretty girls scattered around him. He went on to tell them stories of working at the studio in LA and all of the famous people he'd met.

Yeah. It was good to be the king.

[Golden Glider]

Slowly, Lisa was getting back to her old self. One of her best friends was in Gotham. That knowledge was a help. She had taken Mark's presence for what it was -- simple comfort. He was the momentary big brother that she had needed in that moment. He filled in for Len when she really needed a hand to hold. She couldn't see him as her big brother, but it was enough for now.

So, with the small comfort of knowing that there was someone she could count on, she ventured out. She needed a night of something simple. Something any girl would want. A drink. She was going to go out and play the part of your typical young woman out on the town. Riiight. It was her lame attempt at boosting herself up, trying to find that thing that made her .. her. She felt like a piece of herself was missing and she wasn't sure what it was or how to get it back.

With a small sigh, she pulled her small jacket around herself, walking into the Iceburg Lounge as if she were confident about everything. Her top was a pale orange and vaguely reminiscent of her Golden Glider outfit. Her pants were black and very fitted only to end in pale orange booties. Orange wasn't the most flattering color, but she made it work, it made her feel comfortable.

She moved through the crowd, glancing at the unfamiliar faces. Her first time in Gotham and everyone here looked like haughty snots that needed a good ass kicking. With a small frown, Lisa started toward the bar, glancing at a blond with women flocking around him. What a bozo.

Blue eyes glanced again. No way.

Three Rogues in Gotham? This was actually getting better and better. Her family was slowly coming back together. All she needed now was Mick, Hartley, and her brother. With a small smirk, she made her way to walk up behind James, arms slowly going around his shoulders, fingers brushing over his chest. Sorry, girls, this one is taken. She gave the women a small smile, getting glares in return. She really didn't care. All she wanted at the moment was to re-acquaint herself with Trickster. Touching included. That seemed to be her new theme; Lisa had to touch the boys to make sure they were real, that they were actually there. Hopefully that would be a passing thing. Constantly having to touch these guys would end up getting weird.

[Trickster]

First thought: Shit. That's never anything good. Second thought: Wait...I know that voice.

Baby blues peered up at the woman hovering over him. At first he thought he'd officially lost it. Yep. After all of those years f playing the fool, his reputation had finally caught up to him. But delusions could be thought away, and she was most certainly not going anywhere. With that realization came a wide grin and bright eyes.

"Lisa?!" He hoisted her up in the air, of which he was now two or three feet into. "I heard Chillblaine turned you into an icecube! Where've you been, girl?!" James' natural center-of-attention-ness had tripled with the outburst and caught most of the glances of the other patrons. He really didn't care, though. All the Rogues were like family to some point or another. When someone walks outta the grave, you freaking celebrate!

He finally came back down and made sure she had her footing before letting her go. "Um...ladies...If you don't mind, I have a previous engagement...." Some of them gasped in a sort of realization, others just looked offended. Once again: He didn't care. He waited for them to disperse before setting back down, patting the seat next to him in invitation. "Sit, sit. You obviously came out for a drink. Lets catch up, Goldilocks." He wore a grin. Because he knew she must've been happy to see him. And he knew that nickname pissed her off.

[Golden Glider]

It took James a minute to realize who she was. He wasn't actually taken, but his night was now all full up. He had someone more important to talk up than some hussies that thought he was cute. Rogues before hos. Or something. She smiled down at the other blond, pleased that he recognized her. His outburst was a bit much, but that was mostly just because so much excitement was overwhelming for the recently resurrected.

For a moment, she clung to him, taking a deep breath to get used to the fact that she had just been yanked off the floor. For a skater that would do aerial acts, she had a brief moment of stomach clenching before relaxing. Yeah, being six feet under had definitely messed her up some. She would get herself back though. It was coming in piece. Like sarcasm.

Ice cube, She replied, staring into his azure eyes with total seriousness. Cryogenics has come a long way, ya know. She made a rude sound at that. Yeah, that's exactly the Chillbaine had wanted. No, she had been buried and left there and James acted as if she just went on vacation. Well, it was nice to know she could get her attitude back.

With a skater's grace, she placed her feet on the ground as the acrobat lowered them down. Lisa gave the disappointed ladies another smile. Well, it was more a baring of teeth but they got the idea. With a heavy sigh, she slide into the seat beside the obnoxious blond. She even twitched at his nickname for her. And she had missed this. She gave a self-deprecating laugh and ordered a few rounds of drinks from a passing waiter.

What's been going on, Jimmy? She asked, resting an elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. Remember, small steps. Being dead is a doozy. She really didn't want major shocks tonight. She would take information in stride if it was spread out over time. The skater was still getting over the fact that Hartley wasn't truly part of the gang anymore.

[Trickster]

Lisa Snart was one of the few people in the world that could get away with calling him Jimmy. It was James or the Trickster. God forbid anyone recall his birth name. The Rogues didn't know it, though, and he was good with that.

He could tell from her tone that she was very serious about the situation. He almost felt bad for cracking a joke, but she knew him and he knew her and he knew she would get over it. James reached a hand across the table and took her unoccupied one in his. Where to start, where to start...

"You've been gone awhile, Lisa. Hm...I was already back from LA before all that. I think I told you about the Blue Devil?" He grinned and continued. "Lessee...The feds offered me a gig in Chicago. Turned 'em down, and I've been unbugging my place ever since."

"hm...Oh. Oh!" A mischievous grin melted into his face. "Did I mention I saved the world?"

[Golden Glider]

Blue eyes drifted to the blond beside her, watching him as he thought about what to tell her. Hopefully all simple stuff, things that wouldn't shock her back to death. The fact that he reached for her hand actually meant a lot to her. She didn't fight to take it back, enjoying the fact that he was solid and wanted to touch her. Even while he sat right next to her, he was still almost unreal. Now he was definitely reality.

She let her fingers play over his, letting the surprise of his stories take over. She honestly couldn't remember who Blue Devil was, but she didn't really care enough to press. A lot had been going on, back then and now. She would make him tell her about the feds and this world saving bit.

Gotta tell ya, hon, I don't believe any of that, Lisa said with a small chuckle. You and the feds? What would possess them to even ask? Why would they ask, and what had made them overlook the fact that he was a criminal. The Rogues had operated as the Flash villains for years, even if they were only half hearted attempts compared to other bad guys running around.

However, despite the fact that they were "bad guys", they weren't the worst. What happened that you had to save the world? She asked, shifting to look at him more fully. Curious as she was, she hoped that nothing in the store would make her too upset. For now, the skater would force herself to react almost nonchalantly. She didn't want to go back to her temporary place alone and hyperventilate later. That would be just what she needed. Riiight.