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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 5, 2009 22:14:05 GMT -5
Elizabeth was proud. Proud of the case they had won, proud of her performance, and proud of the verdict. Now, one of the biggest mobsters in town was behind bars because of she and Harvey Dent. Despite the fact that he was with that Rachel girl, he and Elizabeth made a power team that every crook in Gotham feared.
But even a victorious, former defense lawyer like herself needed a break now and again. Now that everyone was downstairs celebrating and dancing, she took advantage of the chaos and slipped upstairs, away from the noise. She found and empty room and, elegantly, moved down to sit on the floor, sipping on her brandy. Her jacket had disappeared long before, leaving her in a black, pinstriped skirt and a royal blue top, her heels still on. Her long hair had fallen from it's updo and was falling into her face.
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Post by Comm James Gordon on Aug 5, 2009 22:24:30 GMT -5
Good moods around the department hadn't been out in such full force in well. . .a very long time. Though Jim had to rely upon a lawyer for this, it was all worth it.
His hand clutched around a can of beer, he leaned against the wall in the corner, solitary and silent, with a small smile upon his face as he watched his employees dance themselves silly. Despite the many calls for him to join in, he just pointed to his drink and shook his head. Besides, Barbara wasn't here, and that was the only woman he would ever dance with.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught the figure of one of the heroes of the day; Elizabeth Connery. He quickly cut across the dance floor to reach the stairs and follow her up.
He joined her in the formerly empty room, and nodded his head. Jim grabbed a chair and swung it around, so that he was sitting on it backwards, his arms draped over the back.
"Good work today, Connery. Really. You're proving yourself to be quite useful. Almost makes me regret the things I used to say about you when you worked on the defense," he said, giving her a wink and a wry smile.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 5, 2009 22:31:24 GMT -5
Elizabeth heard someone enter the room and raised her head up to see none other than Jim Gordon entering the room with the stiff poise he always moved with. He grabbed a chair and spun it around, straddling it and watching her. She looked up at him with a small, half-hearted smile on her face. "Almost makes me regret kicking you in the stomach." she replied softly. "Almost." She repeated, still smiling half heartedly.
She brought her drink up to her lips and took a long pull on it before bringing a hand up and running it through her long hair to push it from her face. Her whiskey eyes never left his face, as intense as a leopard watching a gazelle, predator and prey. She could still remember the night they had met, locking in an eternal battle of wits, until Johnathan had come to bail her out. That had been an interesting night, where she had ended up with her ankle nearly draped over the commissioner's shoulder.
Downstairs, she could hear the music shift to something a little more subdued and she moved to her feet with the elegance of a swan. She then offered a hand to him. "Dance with me, please." She said softly, the same smile on her face.
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Post by Comm James Gordon on Aug 5, 2009 22:41:11 GMT -5
Jim took a swig from his beer and smiled softly at her comment. "Touche," he whispered, raising his can again and taking a sip. The two had a rocky relationship to say the least, but now that they were both on the same side, hopefully things could be mended. Jim, however, wasn't going to go too far out of his way.
He froze when she offered her hand to dance. Almost like a reflex he shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender as if Elizabeth had just pulled a gun on him.
Slowly getting to his feet he smoothed his black and white striped tie against his gray shirt, shifting uncomfortably towards the door. "Listen, it's just. . .Barbara," he muttered, his hand shooting upwards to his tie and yanking it down, as if he was suddenly having trouble breathing.
"There are younger, single men down there. All in great shape too," he said, a more comfortable smile returning to his face.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 5, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled slightly, crossed her arms over her chest. "I highly doubt your wife is going to get jealous about you dancing one dance with me." She said softly. She then licked her lips and put her hand back out, holding it in the air. "I don't to dance with any younger, single men. I'm not on the market, Jim. I haven't been for a long time. And younger, single men have wandering hands." She simply looked at him, looking almost like a lost child.
Her eyes looked up to his, her hand still out. "Jim, I'm a lawyer. We're born and bred to be determined." She simply waited, hand still hovering in the air. "Right here, right now. That's all I want."
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