Feeling satisfied that he had succeeded with his secret mission. Eren walked past a Mystique, Magneto, Spidey annnnd Edward as he dubbed him. A cocky grin was plastered on his visage. Eren waved at Annabelle & Melanie, who were over at a bar not too far from him, as he meandered in the opposite direction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Hey, who was that guy?" </span>He played coy as if he had been a witness to the mysterious figure's arrival himself. Shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders he quipped,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"What a loser."</span>He had hoped to eliminate himself as a suspect. Surely the final performance of his act had paid off, right?<br/><br/>Eren frowned at Gordie's words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Dammit, I missed out on the good stuff?!? "</span>He clenched his fist and connected it with Bane's; his fist pretending to explode on contact with an inaudible<i>whoosh</i>.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"I'm fine bro. Quite a party we've got going on here."</span>His blue eyes glistened with joy when Gordie told him that he in fact, had a shot for him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"You Douche !"</span>He joked,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Don't tease me like that. Of course, I would like a shot. Thanks!" </span>Eren knocked back his shot of whiskey. It went down smoothly with a burning sensation and tasted like... Honey? He ran his tongue over his lips, questioning the flavor. He'd ask Gordie later.<br/><br/>Because what happened right after that made his heart stop. A look of fear gradually replaced the cocky mask, that he had worn before. (<i>What the fuck ! I executed that plan to the T. So how does he... </i>) Eren hadn't the slightest clue of how Gordie had known his secret identity. His knees began to tremble a bit. Eren's object of obsession, Harley was standing right there. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He could either lie or come clean.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"What gave it away?"  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">He whispered as best as he could. He really didn't want the other person present to hear him.</span><br/><br/>Speaking to :<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a><a class="username" data-user-id="39216" data-username="@Pastel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39216/">@Pastel</a><br/>Location: Quad