Due to the extreme amount of pizza she managed to inhale last night, Eva managed to psyche herself into going on a run in the small park a mile or two away. Despite the fact that her apartment was located in the shit part of Gotham, she wasn't far off from the decent side. The side populated by nice restaurants and politicians when they weren't picking up prostitutes and snorting coke.
Throwing on a pair of bicycle shorts and a baggy t-shirt that she had knotted at the bottom, Eva took the short drive to the park. Stepping out of the car she subtly took a whiff of herself, she smelled like ink, pizza grease, alcohol, and fear. With a sign she summated that it was nothing a bit of sweat couldn't cure. Pulling her short bangs back with a bandana, Eva took off from her car at a jog and disappeared past the entrance gates.
The place wasn't empty, kids were just getting out of school. The teenagers of Gotham had two major hangouts . One was the bus station and the second was a few choice parks that their parents did not frequent. This left the kids free to bum cigarettes off perfect strangers and smoke their worldly stresses away while they talked about the bitch teachers that assigned too much homework over the weekend. There was the occasional single parent with their infant child, they had a tendency to populate the areas within reach of the play structures. Eva darted past them.
It wasn't long until Eva came to a small stream that ran through the park. It was a bit murky, last year some poor kid found a sandwich bag full of human fingers. Eva had been forced to run in Gotham Central park for several weeks because the cops had roped off the place. The inconvenience bore nothing, the owner of the fingers was never, and one child was left scarred for life.
Crashing onto a bench overlooking said creek, Eva opened the bottle of water she had been toting. After a long drink, she groaned at the thought of going to the Iceberg Lounge. Eva really didn't want to go, but Marni had her heart set on that place. Why this had to happen right after being forced to into undertaking Joker as a client, she didn't know. Fate was a strong word, bad luck seemed like a weak one.
Taking another swig of water, she stood. Another 20 minutes of running and she'd head back to the car, go home, shower off the smell of stale pizza and sweat. It was 4:30 in the evening, so by the time she finished showering it would late enough that she'd have to get ready. Closing up her water, Eva set off along the creek at a run. Her side ached a little and her thighs felt like they were on fire. She hated running, but there wasn't much else one could do for exercise in Gotham unless you started wearing black armor or brightly colored clothing…. Perhaps she'd take up free running once the weather got nicer, regular running was a such a bore.
Eva was stepping out of the shower when Marni came barging into her apartment. "Late as usual!"
Opening the bathroom door Eva was met with a mass of spiked blonde hair "Told ya that I didn't want to go."
Puffing out her cheeks, Marni shoved Eva into her bedroom "Just hurry up and get dressed!"
The bedroom door slammed in Eva's face as she turned, ready to return fire. "Jesus fucking Christ Marni, we aren't missing the rapture or anything important."
Her best friend smacked the door and walked to the living room and threw herself on the couch "Don't make me come in there and dress and make you up myself."
Eva shuddered at the threat, last time that happened she'd left the apartment in some yellow monstrosity, lips decked with rusty orange and her eyes winged with glittery gold eyeliner and copper eyeshadow. She had looked like an arson's wet dream that day, never again. Suppose that's what you get for buddying up with a stylist that preferred bright colors.
Slipping on one of her many black lingerie sets, Eva eyed her closet and settled on a short sleeveless black dress with a spider webbed cut out design on the back. It would be cold tonight and considering that the Iceberg Lounge was indeed artic themed, a pair of black tights seemed appropriate. Sadly, they were worn with several noticeable tears. Laziness inspired Eva's choice in shoes as she settled on her work boots, simple black combats. In order to offset the "black like my soul theme" and partially to avoid Marni heckling her for outfit choice, Eva darned a dark shade of purple lipstick along with matching eyeshadow. Going with the purple theme, she dipped her fingers into some purple hair goop and ran it through her bangs. Nodding her approval in the mirror, she snatched up her jacket and left the bedroom.
Marni could be found in the kitchen, enjoying a small glass of white wine from Eva's stash "So what, am I gonna be the designated driver tonight?"
Handing her a glass, Marni smirked "Oh no, you're drinking tonight. Are those your work boots!?"
Eva grabbed the glass and dodged around the kitchen counter "No, they're just my boots."
"Seriously, we're going someplace classy and you can't be bothered to wear actual heels?"
Eva sipped her wine "My idea of classy is a night at the Gotham opera house seeing Loreena McKennit, not getting shit faced at some "reformed Rogue's" club."
She took another sip "Not to mention the fact that I'd like to prepare myself for the possibility of running in the other direction should we catch the unfortunate attentions of Penguin…. Or in the event of a police raid, whichever comes first."
Marni glared at her "You're such a negative bitch Eva."
"Ah but I'm your bitch…. I also prefer the term realistic."