When their hands broke apart, she put them behind her back and laced her fingers together. His comment about it being a policial party she couldn't help but laugh. Her voice ranging through the garden sounding of bells and happiness before she shot him a bright charming smile. "If it was a policial party I was attempting to drag you to, I'd be a lot more inconspicuous about it. And I hate policits so there's no need to fear of that from me. As a matter of fact I'd probably drive a good escape car if it's ever needed." Looking over her shoulder at her car, she looked back at him with an expression of amazement. "Why thank you Mister Greyson, most people like to give me guff about the color. You're too kind, don't lose that. It's a rare trait in this city lately." Nodding she took a few steps back, "Good bye Mister Greyson, hopefully I'll see you around. And please, call me Abbie." With that and a grin she turned and started back to her car. Now time to fall into the group of people she really didn't like... The press. --- Abbie was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and dark blue jeans, her hair tied together into a long blonde braid with a large flower in the back and oversize glasses on the bridge of her noise. Her assignment was to work with one of the other reporters who was attending the first press meeting with the new Wayne Industries billionaire. Little did anyone know, the dorky looking blonde had already speak to him in the morning. She clicked her camera in the front row, she typically didn't have to worry about the press bothering her. Most of them didn't know why she had money so they never really cared or paid attention to her when she was around. Even the people at work knew her name but never put two and two together; with the few other 'Dent's in the city no one really knew; and they probably didn't care. Mister Greyson seemed to stumble over his words and she couldn't help but grin as she pulled the camera up to her face and went back to snapping photos. He wasn't used to this life; and this was his first time that he had to make a public speech to be an important person. It was cute, almost like a new born horse learning how to walk. He knew what to say he just wasn't sure exactly how to say it. She had to remember whenever she'd talk to a large group to breathe and it seemed like he was reminding himself of it as well. How cute. ---- Night fall draped over Gotham like a thick blanket and the Iceberg Lounge was bouncing with loud music and even louder people. Laughter and chatter rang through the open lounge area. People wondered the floor and ways between the iced themed tables and chairs carrying trays. About forty or fifty people in the large building talking and laughing. The blonde moved through the crowd, greeted by everyone she passed. She informed them that everything, food and drinks, were covered but encouraged tipping if someone was going a good job. Abbie had arrived before everyone else to make sure that things were in order and the club did, indeed, deliver on a beautiful set up and great food! Even though she had no intention on getting drunk she chose to use the limo company to get her there and most likely take her home... So long as some masked moron doesn't stop her car again... [i]Don't stress about it,[/i] she reminded herself, [i]it's over and done with. Just some weird guy in a costume and Jared wasn't hurt so, whatever.[/i] She mentally shrugged before she was pulled into more hugs of hellos and friendly conversations that just caused her to laugh. Tonight she had chosen another blue dress to match the scenery. The icy blue floor length halter top dressed hugged her form beautifully and her white high heels matched her white necklace and bracelet; she had a fashion sense and liked to show it. Stepping away from the last person that grabbed her to talk she saw the doors open and a handsome familiar man walk in. Getting through the crowd to him was a bit of a challenge but she made it. "Hello Mister Greyson, the press is in the back in a dark room locked with a padlock. They won't bother you tonight. Just don't get mad if some photographers take photos; I hired some people so I could make a collection of people wanted it." She said with a nod. Her caramel eyes twinkling as much as the glitter around her eyes. "Do you want a drink? The bartenders are incredibly talented." She said with a grin before offering him her arm. Tonight should be a fun night!