Go for the drinks

'The drinks better be good.'

The restaurant was pretty fancy. Called the Human Disciple, their department came here at least once a week. The **** was great and the atmosphere was greater. Plenty of tables, sexy waitresses, and cheap prices.

His supervisor stood up and whooped, "On the house!"

"You mean the company?" said a coworker.

"Whatever!"

The mugs came. Cheeks flushed red and stale minds went erratic. There was cheering and cat-calling and whatever the hell else that happened when men and women got drunk.

Wanting a modicum of peace, Aaron headed over to the bar. The bartender was shaking a drink and eyed him with a question.

"Tequila with lime, please." Aaron wasn't a heavy drinker–not that he couldn't consume large amounts of ****, only that he didn't want to. It was too much of a chore.

Aaron was alone while sipping on the small wine glass and he liked it that way. But of course peace was only temporary. He heard someone taking a seat to his right, despite the fact that every other seat was empty.

Gorgeous long red hair and stunning green eyes. A snow white dress revealing her back and emphasizing her breasts. She was sexy, she was crest-fallen, and she ordered the strongest wine on the menu without blinking. All strange on their own but more strangely was the nagging feeling that he recognized her. This voluptuous redhead languidly trying to waste herself, despite Aaron having never touched such curves in his life.

Source: All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #1

'Right, right, this woman is–'

"Hello, stranger," the redhead beauty greeted, unprompted. "Name?"

"Aaron Reigner."

"Vicki Vale."

Aaron showed no change in expression despite his inner turmoil. Vicki Vale, famous reporter of the Gotham Gazette. Correction–the most famous reporter in Gotham history. The stories revolving around her and Bruce Wayne practically wrote themselves. Some called her a skank and cheat, others considered her resourceful. Regardless, she created results. Aaron admired that.

"Not the reporter?" Aaron asked, half-joking.

"Definitely the reporter." Vicki took a sip of her wine. "Reporting back from another disappointing high-class function."

He wished he could act like he cared. Unfortunately, his social skills weren't up to that level yet and he offered two words of consolidation. "I see."

He regretted the dicey moment of silence that came afterwards. This was precisely the reason he considered himself an introvert. He could keep his vocal chords stable and flat but could never make them function beyond the bare minimum.

"You busy tonight?" Vicki asked with a sudden edge. This time, Aaron knew exactly what she was saying and what to say back.

"Not particularly." He glanced at her from his peripheral vision. "Is Vicki Vale usually this easy?"

"No, just tonight." She huffed and swirled her glass. "I haven't been with a man in years."

Aaron blinked, a tug at his lips and pride. "Hopefully I don't disappoint."

'Okay, relax. The **** is making you more arrogant than usual.' He could feel the warm flush in his cheeks. He was tipsy but whether that was a good or bad thing was to be seen.

There was a spark in her eye as she looked at him, smirking. "Think you can do better than Bruce Wayne and those other rich men?"