After a full 10 minutes of Marni ragging on Eva about her shoes, the work boots stayed where they were. While muttering about her friend's lack of fashion sense, Marni called up a taxi to pick them up. 10 minutes later, the pair were heading out the apartment. After giving the location to the driver, Eva and Marni fell into conversation once they shut the window to muffle their words from the driver. "So, tell me about your mafia client, Italian, Russian...Irish?"

Eva rolled her eyes "You know my terms when it comes to underbelly clients."

Pouting, Marni crossed her arms "Why've you gotta be so serious?"

"Oh common, I'm not gonna put your dumb ass in danger just so you can have some gossip."

Her friend continued to pout "Besides, it's not that exciting."

Suddenly, a smirk perked Marni's features. Eva eyed her "What're you so happy about all of a sudden?"

Glancing at her, Marni's smirked turned into a smug smile "Well, because you're so desperate to keep this client under wraps. I bet two weeks of tips that this client is on TV a lot."

The stylist leaned towards Eva "I'll know your work when I see it."

Eva blanked as she felt panic welling up in the pit of her stomach. Swallowing back the waver in her voice, the tattooist countered "Naw, this one is good at what they do, they don't get caught, they've never been seen."

That was such a crock of shit, but Eva's brain was fried. Marni puzzled over her friends statement. Thank God for the two glasses of wine Marni had back at the apartment, it didn't make her drunk but it would slow her down and after a night of drinking she'd forget Eva's statement altogether. God bless alcohol.

After what felt like a very short drive to Eva and a very long one to Marni, the pair found themselves being let out at the entrance to the Ice Berg Lounge. There was a line forming at the door, it was 15 minutes before the place opened. Marni jumped in line while Eva followed her from a distance, eyeing the line for any possible threats. Rogues had made this place a hang out, it was like going into a doughnut shop, you expected to see at least one cop there stuffing their face.

With a sigh, Eva swung around and took her place next to Marni. Within minutes and after being scrutinized for attractiveness by the bouncer, they were both let it. Marni, faster than Eva. According to the bouncer, she looked like a major buzz kill. As they walked in, Eva flipped the man off "Asshole, I shouldn't have to smile if I don't want to."

The blaring of the music assaulted the pair as they went through the second door and into the Lounge. "Well, it wouldn't kill you to smile more often. You always look like you're going to a funeral, the black doesn't help."

Eva gave her friend a shove "Fuck off and find a bar, I wanna get good and drunk in case the place blows up."

Marni shoved her as they walked "Will you lighten up! You didn't see me complaining when I went to that tattoo expo with you!"

With a sigh, Eva delved out the best of her heart felt apologies. She was being a bitch, honestly what were the odds that Joker would be here tonight of all night, didn't seem like his kind of place anyway. "Alright, alright, I'll ease up on the bitching."

This seemed to please Marni. "Oh, that's sweet of you.'

They made it to the bar. "Don't push it, make the first round on you and I might even smile tonight."

The stylist nodded and pushed her card over to the bartender. "We'll have a Jack Rose and a Black Russian."

Drinks in hand, Eva took a sip and smiled. "The Dude abides."

"Wrong drink."

She took another sip, pushing some air out of her teeth in response to the strength of the drink "Bite me Marni, I'm here against my will."

In one gulp, the Jack Rose was gone "Jesus woman, you should drink the obvious stronger shit. Keep drinking fruity tooties and you'll be drunk in the hour."

"Maybe you should drink 'fruity tooties,' you said you wanted to get good and smashed."

Eva put her drink down on the bar "I like knowing what I'm drinking."

Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Eva threw out her hand to cover her drink. Feeling powder on her skin, she swung about and drove her fist into the face of a 30 something grease ball. He hit the ground, blood gushing from his nose "You fucking bitch!"

Shaking her severally bruised hand, Eva spat on the ground in front of him and landed a good solid kick in his gut as he tried to make a grab for her "Touch me again and I cut out your tongue and feed it to you."

Picking up her drink, Eva threw it into his bleeding face. Turning to the bar, Eva ordered herself another. After a long sip, the pair walked away. The tattooist felt a welling sense of satisfaction, in a real classy place she'd find herself escorted out for causing trouble. Here, she could delve out punishment as she saw fit. No one was gonna do that shit to her again.

Taking a seat, Marni eyed her carefully "You alright?"

"M'fine, kicked his ass didn't I?'

Marni chuckled and surveyed the large iceberg that rested in the fountain at the center of the lounge "Just checking."

She was about to polish off her Jack Rose when she froze 'What is it?"

The stylist nodded her head in the direction of the iceberg "Rogues…"