The lights that decorated the insides of the Iceberg Lounge were like glittering icicles; chandeliers decorated in transparent, teardrop shaped crystals, which only reflected the light off of the others, creating the beautiful glimmering effect. The interior furnishing β circular tables for two, the cushioned booths and the stools along the lengthy bar β were all a snowy colour, popping against the shades of cold blues of the walls, shelves, ceiling. The staff were still in their usual attires β black bodysuits or black and white suits, despite the evenings clearly special meaning to its host; Oswald Cobblepot. The underground, infamous mob boss, and now Gotham's new mayor.
The host waddled up onto the ice-like platform that the band were playing on, interrupting the end of the song. He stood lopsided; leaning to his side slightly, using his umbrella like a cane β for support. The man stood proudly, raising his gloved hand before he spoke, as if to make sure that the chatter amongst his patrons ceased. Once content with the silence, a small, smug grin crossed his face. "Greetings, I am sure you all know why I'm here in good spirits today, as I hope as are you. I just wanted to thank everyone for attending and joining in with my celebration," Oswald announced, trailing off into a small hum β which evolved into a muffled guffaw. "I am sure that everyone here is looking forward to my time in office."