One quick wash and change later - Luckily Tommy had brought his spare costume, years of getting his butt kicked by bad-guys had taught him that his outfits rarely lasted long – and they were standing outside one of the most imposing buildings Volt had ever witnessed. [I]Americans. . . Always over compensating.[/i] The bright and the beautiful were out in their droves tonight, making the Lightning-Slinger feel remarkably under dressed. In all honesty he had never even seen this many Super's in one place, but then he'd never really gone in for the glitzy or social lifestyle that seemed to have sprung up around many heroes. Still, it was a sight to see.

Sonja traversed the crowd like a seasoned pro, save for bumping into a few paparazzi. Volt did the opposite, stumbling awkwardly into ever second person he passed yet giving the paps a wide berth. He'd never been on good terms with their kind, reckoning that a sure fire way to loose his secret identity would be to pose for one too many photo's. [i]That and they never get my good side. That said, it'd be hard to photograph something that ain't there.[/i] The bouncers waved them in easy enough, making Volt wonder if they'd been pre-warned that the newly minted League members were on their way earlier. As they entered Sonja started to snicker as she revealed tiny reels of film and SD cards, apparently stolen from the creatures outside. Hi-Voltage couldn't help being impressed. [i]Neat trick, I'll have to ask her how its done. Though I reckon I should probably be showing more concern at her casual pick-pocketing, since I'm now part of the worlds première superhero group.[/i]

His train of thought stopped dead though, at sight of the otherworld he had stepped into. Volt had heard stories about the fortress, but even his wildest dreams hadn't come close to the reality. The sounds, the lights, the smells, the people, all of it was so far out of the norm that he thought he must slipped, hit his head and gone to hell. And it was a hell to the Lightning-Slinger, this garish temple to superheroes was his own special form of torture. He spotted a poster of himself hanging up on one of the walls and he nearly blew up. Daniel would have loved it here. 

Before he embarrassed himself by making some kinda scene Sonja grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar, offering to get his drink, and any other League member that walked in tonight. Usually he'd refuse to let a lassie get the first round in, but right now. . . [i]A drink'll help wash the bad taste outta my mouth, and maybe this place'll look better when I'm half-cut.[/i]

“Uh. . . I'll have a beer please.” he said, for which he received an incredulous eyebrow raise from the bartender.

“What kind of beer would you like?” Asked the barman, a good deal more smarmy than Volt felt the situation called for.

“One in a glass.” He growled in return, his accent a good deal more pronounced now he was getting angry. The day he had and the place he was in conspiring to foul his mood something awful. The bartender realised that the Scotsman wasn't in a mood to argue any more, so served him the closest beer that came to hand. Volt drank half of it in a swallow, before realising how churlish he was being.

“Uh, cheers Sonja.” he was about to reply to her question about the restaurant when he was interrupted by an unknown speedster. A speedster with no social decorum.

“Why you asking, you interested in me too?” Deadpanned Volt, jerking his head at Sonja as if to say 'Who is this guy?'