<div class="floatleft">(http://galeri8.uludagsozluk.com/440/rupert-grint_685452.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wally West<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Flash III<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Uh... the good guys?<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Megan, Conner, Dick, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Woah... this some kinda get-together no one told me about?" Stepping into Fish Mooney's bar, Wally immediately noticed the three familiar-looking faces.  He was more used to Megan having green skin, but he's seen her human form often enough to know her when he saw her.  There was no mistaking Dick Grayson, of course.  They went way back, after all.  Conner... not so much.  The speedster had heard about there being a clone of Superman, so he knew all about Conner.  Didn't really get much of a chance to get to know the guy, really.  "What's up?  Haven't seen you since the graduation."<br/><br/>Wally had gotten a call earlier from Dick about meeting up at Fish Mooney's bar.  He was all the way in Central City at the time, but ever since the battle against Reverse Flash, travelling between cities has become easier with each passing day.  He could easily travel from coast to coast in less than half an hour, so running all the way from Central City to Gotham?  No biggie.<br/><br/>One of the first things he noticed about his friends was that Conner had beer all over himself and Megan had paper towels in her hand.  It was also hard to miss the red look on the Martian's face.  "Heh... well, I see you haven't changed much, Megan.  So what dirty joke did I just miss out on?"<br/><br/>Taking a seat at the booth, he decided to get in on the psychic link that they had no doubt been using all this time.<em>'Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3.  You guys can hear my thoughts now, right?'</em><br/><br/>Wally looked between the others' faces, checking their reactions.  He continued smiling as he looked through the menu, though he was probably just going to order a beer in the end anyway.  Not like he could get drunk or anything like that.<br/><br/><em>'Ah... damn it, Dick.  You're on a job, aren't you?  When you said you wanted to get some drinks, I thought you meant that we were going to get some drinks without having to fight a bunch of bad guys right after.  Ah... whatever.  Good thing I brought my gear along...'</em>