Dick glanced around the room. A lot of people in this large room. The lounge itself gave off a bit of nostalgia... Not that good of one, though. The last time he was here he took out a couple of Penguin's thugs and then he watched Batman give Penguin himself a good sucker punch to the face... On second thought, It was a good thought. His attention turned to the woman who went in front of him, beating a couple trying to do walk over and talk to him. He gave a smile to the woman he met earlier before, and the person who invited him. "Hello again, Miss De-- er, Abbie." He said, remembering their discussion from earlier. He gave a laugh at her comment about the press, and gave a shrug. "As long as they capture my good side, I think I'll be fine with it. A bit too early to start my "diva" stage as a billionaire, right?" At the mention of a drink, Dick realized that he could really use one-- Not too much, though. Bruce taught him that one long ago. Act like you drink a lot, but never dampen your senses. 

"A drink sounds great. You look terrific, by the way." He added, taking her arm and following her to the bar. He wasn't lying on that one, the blonde definitely was a looker, and she knew how to talk a crowd by the way the people they passed kept giving her "hello's" and smiles. She was an entertainer. A people person. As they reached the bar, Dick glanced at the different options they had. They were greeted by a bartender, and just like his host; Dick Grayson grew up being an entertainer. "You wanna play a game? I was a bartender in Bludhaven for a couple of years." Dick asked the bartender with a smile, taking off his suit jacket, and rolling up his sleeves. "May I?" He asked politely, indicating that he wanted to go behind the bar. He was (of course) accepted, and Dick went to work. "Follow the leader, alright?" he told the bartender.

They started off simple, Dick grabbed a bottle of bottle of vodka, pouring it in a glass. "Alright, alright..." He said approvingly at the bartender. and then Dick went to work. He grabbed bottles, flipping them around in his hands, tossing bottles from hand to hand, even doing a small juggling act before pouring mixtures of alcoholic drinks and juices together-- he didn't have a recipe, he just remembered what tasted good while working as a Bartender in Bludhaven. It didn't take long for the bartender to get lost, so he smiled and watched as Dick stirred his drink gently, and presented it to Abbie. "For the hostess." He said with a smile, then turning to the bartender and handing him a large tip as to say thanks for letting him do what he did.

"Not bad, eh? Although if you hate it, don't spit it out at me." Dick said, picking up his jacket with a smile.