Eva choked on her Black Russian as she turned to look in the direction Marni had nodded. The drink churned unpleasantly in her stomach. "We're leaving."

Marni spun around "What, no!"

Eva grabbed her friend's wrist "Marni, please don't be stupid. If Rogues are here, it means trouble, it could result in Batman or a fucking police raid. I don't wanna get shot."

Making a face, Marni sipped he drink "Eva, we live in Gotham."

She balked "What is that supposed to mean?"

Her friend said nothing "Look, you may be ok with getting your ass shot, me I'd like to keep my body free of bullet holes…"

Eva stood up "I love you but I'm not sticking around for one of your thrills."

"Oh common, They're going into the private rooms."

She wasn't wrong, Eva watched them go. It didn't seem like Joker was among them either. Slowly, she sat back down. "Alright, but if things start going bad, we're leaving."

As if to recite a pledge, Marni help up her right hand in oath "We'll swim like rats abandoning a sinking ship."

Snatching Marni's drink, Eva downed it "Oh, shut up."

Smirking, Marni gestured for another drink to be brought over. The pair started into a small selection of shots, it wasn't long until both of them were significantly buzzed. "So—"

Marni downed her third 6-shooter shot "Ya gonna tell me who it is that's scaring you shitless."
Still sober enough to evade the question, Eva eyed the dance floor "Hmm, is that Riddler over there?"

For a moment, her friend was distracted "Where?"

Chuckling, Eva knocked back a shot composed of Everclear and peppered vodka. Her nose tingled and the back of her throat burned a little. "Hmm, guess it's just you're every day red head bastard in a green vest."

Licking her lips, she gave her teeth a swipe with her tongue (a sure sign that she was on her way to shit faced). Marni glared at her "My bad hun."

Leaning forward, her friend pressed on "Didn't answer my question, who's the client? You were only this jumpy when one of Scarecrow's goons came in wanting your work?"

The stylist sat back, her booze glazed eyes widening in comprehension. Suddenly, as if he were a miracle straight from the heavens, a guy came up to the table and started macking on Marni. This caused enough of a distraction for her to forget her epiphany. It wasn't long until her was lured away to the dance floor of the club. Eva stayed back an nursed another cocktail and kept an eye on her Marni's purse, and Marni herself.

Sitting back, Eva took a swig of her cocktail and pulled her tablet out of her purse. Marni said no work, but she was occupied and Eva had no desire to interact with anyone here. Joker's tattoo file was still open, so she began putting the finishing touches on the teeth. She figured red would be alright for the lips, a little gray yellow for the teeth could give off some menace. Frowning, she started into sketching out another mouth, this one smiling and open. Eva was having a difficult time figuring out which one looked better. "Should leave it to him"

Eva let loose a yawn and continued to scribble away, she was exhausted and the alcohol wasn't helping. Glancing at the bar, she briefly wondered if they served coffee, but thought better of it. If she wanted sleep tonight, she'd have to do without the caffeine. Christ, Eva just wanted to go home. With a sigh she started to sketch up a skull wearing a jester's hat. It was like she had been bit by a huge fucking art block bug. Nothing looked right. Fuck, this shit was life and death. At this point she was gripping her pen enough to shock her knuckles white. Setting the tablet on the table, Eva knocked back the rest of her cocktail. God, before the night was over she'd need something stronger.