Post by Barbara Gordon on Feb 4, 2009 16:22:35 GMT -5
The perks of being the Commissioner’s daughter had yet to really settle on Barbara. She hadn’t been keenly aware that people would let her into clubs or parties (assuming they were legit) ahead of others while she would also be invited to parties. On top of that, the last “party” she had been to was in college where the boys invited her to watch keg stands and play beer pong – which she had gotten pretty good at the game part, just never the drinking aspect of the game. So she rummaged through her closet for a little black dress that wouldn’t attract too much attention, wore black shoes and grabbed her black coat (she had thought about appearing too goth, but had to remind herself this wasn’t college anymore – all black was socially acceptable).
Feeling awkward during the taxi drive over, it wasn’t until she reached the tower and saw the reporters taking pictures of the invitees that she realized what a chance this was. She could make her face known in the journalism world, maybe get a good story or two and work her way up through association! Smiling brightly, she stepped out of the taxi and straight into the building, ignoring that no one knew her name or face.
Finally, up into the official party, Barbara ignored the butterflies in her stomach about the rich crowd. She looked around briefly for a familiar face when an older one approached her first.
“Your coat, Miss?”
“Oh, sure. Thank you, uuhh..” she asked for his name though her eyes were focused on the extravagance of the party.
“Alfred,” the man smiled to her and nodded, while taking her coat. He pointed his arm towards the bar. “That way, Miss Gordon.”
“Thanks,” she said as she started walking forward when she paused, turning around to ask him how he knew her and – he was gone. Blinking, she shook her head and headed over to the bar. Getting an awful flashback of her graduation party, she smiled at the bartender and simply ordered a glass of water.
Feeling awkward during the taxi drive over, it wasn’t until she reached the tower and saw the reporters taking pictures of the invitees that she realized what a chance this was. She could make her face known in the journalism world, maybe get a good story or two and work her way up through association! Smiling brightly, she stepped out of the taxi and straight into the building, ignoring that no one knew her name or face.
Finally, up into the official party, Barbara ignored the butterflies in her stomach about the rich crowd. She looked around briefly for a familiar face when an older one approached her first.
“Your coat, Miss?”
“Oh, sure. Thank you, uuhh..” she asked for his name though her eyes were focused on the extravagance of the party.
“Alfred,” the man smiled to her and nodded, while taking her coat. He pointed his arm towards the bar. “That way, Miss Gordon.”
“Thanks,” she said as she started walking forward when she paused, turning around to ask him how he knew her and – he was gone. Blinking, she shook her head and headed over to the bar. Getting an awful flashback of her graduation party, she smiled at the bartender and simply ordered a glass of water.
