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Having crossed the dance floor Kara reaches the bar at the same time as two of the others from the costume party, a Wonder Woman and a Harley Quinn, the bartender smiles at them and lines up three whitish shots. "Welcome to Blaze's, these shots of XXX are courtesy of your boss, they are the house specialty. If you want something non-alcoholic there's punch on the house over there, though you'd be pretty much the first to take it." He points to a bowl of reddish liquid that's full to the rim.

Knowing the drinks humans use to get intoxicated won't affect her, Kara takes the shot and throws it back, grimacing a bit at the taste "Ugh, that was slimy, and, um" Kara licks her lips and scrunches her nose a bit "Actually, that didn't taste too bad, what do you girls think?"

"Meh, I've had worse, and better, the aftertaste was strangely appealing though" A woman in a store-bought wonder woman costume says, the one in the Harley costume doesn't say much of anything, at least not to Kara, as she's facing away and busy chatting to someone in a Stargirl costume.

"I'll have another please" Kara says as she tries to surreptitiously follow the pipes with her x-ray vision, but she's still being blocked by a lot of lead in the construction, possibly lead based paint.

"Thanks!" Grabbing the shot of XXX as the bartender hands it to her, Kara lifts it to her nose and inhales 'hmm, slightly musky, a hint of ammonia, weird' This time she tries to hold it in her mouth a bit before swallowing, she's sure it reminds her of something she's tasted before, but for the life of her, she can't figure out what.
She agrees with the now vanished wonder woman though, the aftertaste is appealing and kinda makes her want to have another, but the tingly feelings it's giving her is making her a bit cautious.

"Here's for the drink and here's a tip, I'll be going and, um, having fun and dancing and I'll just go now" Kara hurries away after grabbing her wallet from her boot and paying for her shot.

In a control room above the bar and dance floor there's a lot of activity, a blinking light on the console, the words "Power level outside of measurable range for this unit" pulsing on a screen showing the entrance of the club and several men and women running around.

"What do you fucking mean, you lost it?" the sound coming out of the speaker in the control room is a hair's breadth below a bellow "I paid a ton of money for that detector, and now when someone who apparently can bring down my club with a sneeze walks in, you can't find shit?!"

Meanwhile, Kara is using her x-ray vision to find the nearest stairs to where the XXX-pipes vanished through the floor. She's still hearing the same heavy breathing and wet sounds she heard from up above, no closer to figuring out what's going on.