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On the rooftops of Levitz and Swan Halls, among the domed observation decks, exists the tinted lounge with the newest tech preventing others from seeing in from the outside. While in the club, however, a great view of Legion World’s stars and city lights allow the mood to take hold, as all the finest drinks in the universe are sold to its customers. One might even suspect that UP-banned drinks such as Khundian Absinthe are available here, while others believe those are just rumors—after all, this is “Cobie’s”, the exclusive night club owned by the former Chief of Security of Legion World.
Here is the late night hotspot for all of Legion World’s most famous and beloved people—exclusive beyond exclusive, yet one often finds the most random people inside, all of whom are always interesting, and most easy on the eyes.
Supergirl Robots in all her various wardrobes over the years and continuities serve drinks and flirt with customers, while Captain Marvel Jr. robots pour drinks. While shady dealings go down at the Evil Genius Supper Club and serious bar-goers visit the infamous SHAKES, here the owners of those places interact with the rest of Legion World’s most famous people.
One might even spot Cobalt Kid having a drink at the bar or playing roulette in the backroom gambling areas, but one won’t expect to find him doing any other work besides chatting it up with customers or turning other customers away. Upon hearing that the Ambassador of Khund was requesting he join him for a drink, Cobalt responded that the Ambassador of the Dominion was in the back cleaning the dishes.
'Welcome--two rules: no pictures and enjoy...'
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From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Gosh, this is an exclusive night club. I was turned away.
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From: Boston | Registered: Aug 2003
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< Crujectra walks in, wearing a tastefully revealing cocktail dress, her hair pulled up into an intricate 'do. >
I'm not much of a drinker, so I hope someone will keep one hand on my virtue in case I get tipsy
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From: Penthouse atop Levitz Hall, LMBP Plaza, Embassy Row, Legion World | Registered: Jul 2003
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-------------------- Some people are like slinkys: not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when you knock them down a flight of stairs
From: Penthouse atop Levitz Hall, LMBP Plaza, Embassy Row, Legion World | Registered: Jul 2003
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Walkwithcrowds stolls in, feeling very uncomfortable in a dinner jacket. "What's this? No blood on the floor, no pool table, the toilets are even clean! There is no lewd graphitti on the cubicle walls and no vomit in the sink!" "Toto? I don't think we're in Glasgow any more." Wanders over to the bar and catches the eye of the Supergirl-Robot who is serving. "Hi! A pint of Guinness and a cheese toasty please." He turns round to face the room and leans back on the bar and shudders. "I wonder if the strip club down the road is still open?"
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From: Australia | Registered: Apr 2005
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Hmmm I still can't get in. Maybe I should have mentioned my name.
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From: Boston | Registered: Aug 2003
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WANTED: Talented Singer and Pianist for Lounge Area. Highly lucrative position including small ownership shares. Must be extremely gifted musician in vocal and piano areas.
<Round of drinks on the house for fellow LMBers, no toast neccessary, just a raise of the glass>
<Has bell boy go grab Quis outside and give him the star treatment by bringing him to the kitchens>
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Hey Quis! Well the Barstaff are pretty, the Guinness is genius and the cheese toasties are to die for...not as good as the ones at Quislets Table though...still...it's not really my kind of place. All the dinner suit and casino stuff isn't really my thing. Do you want to head back to Quislets Table? Or there is that strip club down the road. I'm sure I can get you in there. I'm a member!! And Cobie is the manager of that as well!
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<the bell boy leads Quislet, Esq. to the sink. Quislet, Esq. starts washing the dishes>
At least I am in now!
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From: Boston | Registered: Aug 2003
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Since the other dishwasher is the Dominion Ambassador, see if you can maybe get a peace treaty signed in between dishes!
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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