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This was a brand new experience for Bailey. When he was Spider-Boy, he was only ever photo'd by people looking to dob him into the government. Now he was on red carpet, a sea of lights illuminating him entirely. He was wearing a bright red tuxedo with his glowing lightning bolt taking the shape of his lapels. He was alone, mostly to not draw attention to Simms or Christina. Simms had entered quietly a few minutes ago. Despite the Courage of Achilles keeping him on target and smiling and winking for the camera's, throwing a few buddy thumbs up, frankly, Bailey was bricking himself underneath. But as Achilles had told him before "Courage isn't a lack of fear, it's simply not letting fear stop you from doing what's right." and Simms had told him [i][color=a2d39c]"Tonight ain't about any of us. It's about making the masses feel safe... As well as giving us the opportunity to network with other heroes."[/color][/i] Making his way to the main lobby, he saw people making their way to lifts and up the grand staircases towards the ballroom. He nervously looked around, not quite sure exactly what to do by himself.

[color=8dc73f]"Cap, good to see you again."[/color] The familiar voice of Captain Jordan came from behind him. [color=8dc73f]"Loving the tux. Looking snazy."[/color] Hal said, before heading up the stairs. Bailey stood watching the other Lanterns walk up the stairs, before looking around once more and following.

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Just as Otto finished fixing his costume, he would hear the sounds of a someone outside the window [sub][color=ed1c24]"I did NOT do what i did at General Techtronics just to be called "A Wannabe" by some door-jerk with delusions of grandeur. And who else but a heroine or a god would show up riding a giant Kangaroo? I thought that would have sealed the deal, but NoOoOoOo. There's gotta be a kitchen or... Bathroom! Come on, hot-stuff."[/color][/sub] before suddenly, a woman with a long, flowing, red ballgown and a red mask fell through the window behind him, landing on her face [color=ed1c24]"Dammit! I'm ok!"[/color] Christina shouted back reassuringly. As she did, another man expertly vaulted through the window wearing what looked like a full suit of greek battle-armour, his breastplate a brilliant shining silver, leather skirt with polished brass spangles that shone like gold, a helmet with a red plume out of the top. As Jason helped Christina up, the pair looked at Otto. [color=ed1c24]"Don't worry, Citizen, we are Superheroes. Well, i'm a Superhero, he's a-a-a-a... God... Demi-God- Whatever... We are supposed to be here, regardless!"[/color] Christina stammered as the pair walked out of the bathroom. [color=ed1c24]"Come on Jason, we are raiding the hors d'oeuvres then i'm teaching you to tango."[/color] Jason looked entirely out of his element and shot Otto a puzzled look as they walked past.

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As Bailey finally made it into the ballroom with all of its splendor, he saw all of the different heroes, heroines and rich debonaires around. He was partly hoping to see maybe some old friends he recognized... But considering what happened previously, it was probably for the best that the likes of T'Challa and Susan WEREN'T here. Slowly wandering around, he made small, meek waving guestures to others, hoping that someone, anyone would approach him with something to say, because gods knew he had no idea. [i]"Hi, i'm a superhero who can crush tanks with my bare hands, but mostly my brovado is a facade for having ABSOLUTELY no idea what i am doing or what's going on. What trauma's brought you to put on spandex and fight the mentally ill? Mine was being tortured and brainwashed by some freaky lady from a different timeline who turned me into a mutant spider-monster. I know, right, ain't it always the way?"[/i]

He walked past several people, most of which he didn't recognize. A few from those forum posts Christina was always showing him. Frankly, he was disappointed he couldn't see Zach Zatara around. He was hoping to get some pointers on using magic. Nope. Oh well. Before he could get much further, a glass of champaign seemed to be forced into his hands. [color=6ecff6]"Excuse me, no i'm not old en-"[/color] But before he could finish the waiter was gone, back into the sea of faces. He stood looking down at the drink for a second. He was... Physically old enough... And he had the Wisdom of Solomon... That made him mentally old enough. A little sip wouldn't be the worst thing. Bringing the drink to his lips, he took a sip. The sour, bubbly squirt of expanded instantly in his mouth as he swilled it around. VERY sour. Nope, didn't like that. Did not like that at all. And that wooden aftertaste wasn't helping anything. He non-challantly approached a table and put the glass down, before taking a few steps away. That's when he saw Christina, 2 glasses of champagne in one hand, a cocktail sausage sticking from her lips as she slowly reeled it in and Jason's hand in the other hand, rushing towards the waiter that had just missed him. [color=6ecff6]"Chr... You!!!"[/color] He called, trying not to use names here. Christina quickly swallowed what was in her mouth already and took a long drink from the Champagne, before rushing to Bailey.

[color=ed1c24]"Captain Marvel!"[/color] She called, giving him the french air-kiss on each cheek as a formal greeting. [color=ed1c24]"Fancy seeing you at this swanky shindig! This prim and proper party! this... Bouncing Box Social."[/color] She laughed.

[color=6ecff6]"How much have you drank so far?"[/color] Bailey asked.

[color=ed1c24]"It's fine, i'm not sure you can even get drunk. So, i think you should have as much as you want."[/color] He watched Jason take a swig of the Champagne, seeming more confused than anything.

[color=6ecff6]"That good, Jason?"[/color] Jason took another swig.

[color=a36209]"Dionysus would be... Probably most pleased by this wine... And the popping is most peculiar. Like a frothing gyser."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"It's called Carbonation, Boo. Those Gauls may be barbarians, but they know their stuff."[/color] Christina poked his nose as she called him Boo, she then sauntered over to a nearby Ice Swan sculpture and picked up a small piece of the ice that had broken off, before dropping it into his Champagne. [color=ed1c24]"There we go. Champagne Akratos."[/color] She said, before slowly swilling the champaign around in the glass, causing the ice to mildly dilute the Champagne. Jason took another swig, seeming to prefer it this way. She looked at Bailey. [color=ed1c24]"Old Greek tradition. Although they used to use Snow."[/color] She smiled. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, if i'm gonna have an ancient greek honey, then momma's gonna do her research to keep her sweet baby biscuit happy."[/color] Bailey nodded, impressed. [color=ed1c24]"Right, you stay here, i'm gonna go see if i can find Starfire, i wanna know if that slashfic of her and Warbird i read the other day holds any water. She seems the approachable type."[/color]

[color=a36209]"I am curious to meet Thor. Father told me of his legendary strength. I wish to test it."[/color] He smiled.

[color=ed1c24]"YES!"[/color] Christina's smile stretched from ear to ear. [color=ed1c24]"We need to get you and Thor into a pose-off. Like that scene from that film i showed you about the castle in the sky?"[/color]

[color=a36209]"I've told you before, the straps on my armour are made from the finest leather, i cannot simply "Burst Them With My Rippling Muscular Prowess" As you put it."[/color] He sighed. She put a finger over his lips.

[color=ed1c24]"Shhhh... Let your momma dream."[/color] Jason stared awkwardly at Bailey, as if asking how to respond, Bailey had just as little idea.