It had been a long time since Thomas had been to one of these. He had gone a few times in the early stages of his career, but stopped going when he put on weight and turned into the joke of Gotham's underworld. It wasn't that he couldn't have gone during those years, hell, it might have even done him some good, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Besides, when you worked under a guy dressed like a moth, did you really want to be seen in public? Then he had gone back to the pride, and things had taken a better, if crazier, turn.<br/><br/>And now he was here once again, standing on the beach in his bathing suit and wondering what exactly he was here to do. Was he looking for the other members of his no-longer team, the Secret Six? Was he looking for a new team to join? He shocks his head slightly with a smirk. No, here he was looking to relax, nothing more or less. If he ran into any of the old gang...well, they had had plenty of good times, and there was no reason to not have more.<em>Unless it's Ragdoll</em>, he added as an afterthought, not even wanting to imagine what the dandy freak would want to do here.<br/><br/>He walked down the beach, eyes open for whatever may come his way. But it was his nose that lead him somewhere first, the scent of liquor and humanity, particularly of the female sort, guiding him unerringly towards the pool and bar. There were a few familiar faces mixed in with the crowd. Two-Face, now wearing half a suit, stood out quite clearly talking to someone who's face he couldn't see clearly see, but her scent was familiar enough from their brief association for him to recognize Harley. He started to move towards them, but the bar was in the way, so instead he decided to grab a drink. The boy there practically reeked of Gotham, even with his back turned. He looked like one of the Bat's boys, but he'd lost track of those in his time away. He was talking to a blonde, so Thomas figured introductions could wait as he took a seat and ordered a glass of shiraz and stood, trying to decide if it was worth dealing with Dent to talk to Harley, or if he should continue to scope out the lay of the land first...or the lay of the statuesque blonde woman with the unfamiliar smell sitting by the pool, at least.