12094/Everyone Needs a Break

Everyone Needs a Break
Date of Scene:	21 July 2022
Location:	Level 4 - Recreation - The Roost
Synopsis:	Gabby and Jason chat over popcorn, and get a bit flirty? They're going to hell.
Cast of Characters:	Gabby Kinney, Jason Todd

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Gabby Kinney has posed:
It had been a rather busy time for Gabby lately, enough so that she found her time at the Roost becoming less and less. Rather than let Tim down she opted to stay at the Roost for awhile to make up for lost time. At least nothing other than the routine patrols and small time thugs had really popped up lately for them as a team.

Wearing the fitted bodysuit with padding in all the necessary places she paces around the room with a tablet in hand. The smell of popcorn lingers in the air eminating from a bowl left out on one of the tables that she occasionally passes by to snag a few out of. Pace, read, popcorn, pace.

Finally she stops to roll her head out toward the ceiling with a put upon sigh. "Tiiiim why do you give me so much homework? 'The Art of War'? Reeeeeally?"

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd has been out trying to chase down a drug dealer. The little bastard keeps giving him the slip and it is finally starting to piss him off. Guy's like an eel. Just keeps slithering away.

He's tired. Hungry. And close by the Roost as circumstances have worked out. He makes his way there, parking his bike and made his way inside before finally pulling his helmet off. He looks around. Sniffing. Popcorn? So he follows his nose.

A glance as he enters the rec room. "mmm... popcorn" he murmurs as he tries to find it. Was it just a microwave bag? Or do the Outsiders have a real theater machine to make proper amounts of popcorn for everyone?

He intends to find out!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
There's a rather large bowl of it out in the open, still steaming from being popped recently. And up against the wall is a very recognizable glass-front popcorn maker that either came from the theater or from a carnival. Either way it was large, and full of popcorn. When there were speedsters on a team you made sure there were adequate quantities of snacks readily on hand.

Gabby straightens at the sight of Jason entering only to flash him a faint grin. "Hey there, stranger," she greets teasingly. They had met before after all, though it was with Phoebe around. Recognizing the zombie-cry of popcorn though she gestures toward the bowl offering, "Got plenty. Impulse hasn't stopped by today yet so help yourself. Got plenty of drinks in the fridge, too," she adds gesturing with the tablet in that direction. Only to glance back down to it with a frown.

"I was just going over some training material Tim set up for me. It's super boring," she shares with a little drop of her voice as if sharing a secret.

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd glances over to see Gabby. He offers a half grin. "Hey yourself." He gives her a once over and a wink. But, food.

Looking away he moves to grab one of those red and white paper bags for popcorn. It makes it taste better. It's science fact. Bag of popcorn in hand, he goes for the offered drinks. He half wonders if there is any beer. But he doesn't look too hard. Just grabbing a soda. It'll do.

Walking over as he pops some corn in his mouth, he looks to the book. "Yeah? Tim's good at that stuff. Sometimes too focused on training if you ask me. He's still my favorite" Did he just admit that? wow.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
There actually WERE some beers in there. On occasion Tim made sure it was stocked up for those of legal drinking age. Not often, but on occasion. At the very least it had all their favorite sodas, energy drinks, and teas for those inclined. Gabby grins a bit at the wink tossed her way, and opts to plop the tablet down on one of the couch cushions. She could use a break for a bit.

"Oh yeah, he's good at it, but it's a *lot* to take in, too. He asked me to train to be a team lead for the Outsiders," she explains with a little shrug. It didn't matter much. Usually whoever needed to took charge of whatever situations they were in.

"So what brings you here? Other than stealing popcorn." The question is asked while she steps over to the fridge herself to snag a Coke.

"If it's just carb loading there's better stuff in the kitchen. Usually. I mean. Frozen pizza probably."

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd drops onto a bean bag. Because apparently sofas are too normal for the team. He munches popcorn and listens. Nodding he responds, "It can be. He learned from Batman. Go figure." A smirk. "Oh hey? A team leader. Well that's.... responsibility. Congratulations?" He isn't the leader type. Hell, he is hardly a follower for that matter. He's really more like that one cousin (from Baw-Ston! You know you read it in the commercial voice, it's okay to admit it) that no one really want to have around but sometimes is cool to hang with.

"Just in the area. Hungry, yeah. Tim and Lonnie come over to raid my place. Just returning the favor. Seemed like a fair trade." He glances to her, "Company's better though." A wink.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"It's my reward for being the first to unlock the computers when he was kidnapped last time," Gabby explains with a wry grin at the notion. "I always did work with a team. Not anything new, just... Yeah. Responsibility." Nodding in agreement she moves to snag the bowl she'd been grazing on. Only to join him in bean bagging it with a little flop, keeping her drink and bowl held up to avoid spillage.

Successfully seated she plops the bowl down in her lap and proceeds to crack open the top of the Coke can. "Oh well that sounds perfectly reasonable and fair, then," she agrees only to find herself grinning a bit silly at the last part. Stretching her leg out she bops the side of his foot with her own playfully. "Aww, you flatterer. You sure didn't get *that* from Batman."

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd nods. "Responsibility and me? Not really on speaking terms I've been told." He cracks open his can of soda and takes a sip while watching her drop into another bean bag. As he takes another handful of popcorn, he glances to that leg as it reaches out and proceeds to, well, kick him!

"Ow. Now I'll be walking with a limp for a week" he protests to the playful bump. There's no way it hurt like he's claiming. Pansy.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I am not kissing your leg to mkae it better," Gabby states matter-of-fact in response to his declaration of injury. "You'll just have to live with it. Forever and ever."

Gabby of course expects he was joking. If something like THAT hurt a vigilante, they'd better find another line of work! Instead she just regards him thoughtfully a moment. "Nothing wrong with doing things on your own, too. I mean that seems to work for my dad at least. Though he's on enough teams I kind of doubt his claims of being a loner sometimes." A sip of her soda is taken before she asks, "So what's your story, anyway? How'd you end up doing all this fun ass kicking stuff?"

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd nods and agrees. "It's not my ankles that were made for kissing" Wait what?

He hides behinda swallow of soda and another fistfull of popcorn. Then she talks of her dad. "Your dad?" Guess he hasn't made that connection yet. That might cool his jets a little. Or not.

A snort. "Yeah... well. Funny story that." He shrugs, "I had a shit childhood. Mom left. Dad was a deadbeat that got himself arrested. Step mom OD'd. Then dear ol' dad went to work for Two Face. Found out it's fatal if you try to steal from him. So. I turned to petty theft. One night I found the Batmobile in an alley. Batman wasn't around. It had some really _sweet_ rims."

He pauses to sip some soda.

"Yeah. I got caught. Ended up making an impression on him. He decided to take me in as the next Robin once the first one, uh. Graduated from teen sidekick school and went his own way."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Just a moment, and then she finds herself grinning so hard from her cheeks going a deep flushed red. It's hidden as best she can by taking several chugging gulps off her soda. Surely the can was redder than her.

The explanation at least gives her a good reason to slow down on her guzzling of soda as she listens. She does *really* listen, too, keeping her gaze on him the entire time. Though her expression softens a bit at the talk of his parents along with their bad decisions she doesn't offer any words of sympathy, or assurances that might fall flat. All she does is listen raptly.

Up until the last, where she breaks into laughter. "Oh my god seriously? Yesss." Extending her arm out toward him, fist clenched in the typical 'fist bump' gesture, she blurts, "Larceny for the win! I bet he electrifies them now or something, too."

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd doesn't seem to notice the blush. Or if he does he doesn't comment. Here's hoping the former protege' of the World's Greatest Detective completely whiffed on noticing how red she just blushed. It could happen.

He doesn't seem too heart broken over any of it. He does smirk at her laughter. "Right? Well I imagine he does. He wasn't very happy when he came back to find the Batmobile already half up on blocks" he notes with a smirk of pride.

He leans over toward her, fist bumping. Because it really is pretty funny shit he's telling her. Just not the part where the Joker used his skull as a tee-ball with a crowbar.

He moves to take a sip of soda, but pauses long enough to muse, "That shade of red brings out your eyes."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
With a very direct remark like that? Gabby can't help but sink back into her beanbag chair just a bit. It wasn't that she was trying to escape from him so much as just the bit of embarassment at being called out on it. At the very least she hadn't taken another drink. It might have ended up being sprayed out in surprise.

Absently she reaches up to snag the end of her hair giving it a little tug as she retorts in a tighter voice, "It's your fault for putting thoughts in my head!"

Realizing what she said she pauses to take a slow, deep breath. "Er. Not that I was thinking anything. I mean. Just the remark was..." Giving up with a little groan she reaches up to scrub both hands over her face. "You caught me off guard okay? It's not every day a cute guy flirts at me."

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd watches with a cat that ate the canary expression. He sips at his soda. The taste of vistory was sweet indeed. He watches her as she tries to deal with, well, him. A shrug. He glances down to his armor, the red bat sigil on his chest. The helmet beside him.

"I really like red."

Was that helping? Probably not. Was it meant to make things worse? Probably not. Then he looks to her as she finally protests.

"My fault? You flirted first. There is no place where making a showing of a long toned leg reaching out farther than it ought to to bump someone else's ankle isn't some sort of flirting." There probably is but no one ever accused Jason of viewing things the way they really are. It's difficult after taking a crowbar to the brainpan, they say.

"You can think whatever you want, Gabby. It's a free country. They aren't, yet, policing thoughts. Unless you've got someone on the team that does things like that. In which case, I'm fucked."

Then he tilts his head, "Well if it's every day that ugly guys flirt with you, you need to get out more. Just saying."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney opens her mouth to protest but... can she really? Her jaw clicks shut with a little pout that wasn't intentional. Still red-faced she clears her throat again giving him a sidelong look as if she wasn't looking over him in that black and red suit.

"I have a long and sordid history of being everyone's little sister," she retorts about ugly guys flirting with her. Let's not think about Clayface. That wasn't flirting so much as attempted murder.

"Red does look good on you."

Allowing a little teasing smile she tips her head back to gulp down the remnants of her Coke only to set her bowl of popcorn aside. Then those shapely legs kick up into the air only to swing down using the motion to bring herself up to her feet. Not entirely a kick-up given how she was sitting, but the momentum did help her hop up easier.

"Maybe a little flirting. And M'Gann isn't around right now so I think we're safe. ... Also my sister isn't around." Right? Right. She actually gives a glance around as if trying to figure out if that statement was true or not. Finally nodding to herself at this she turns back toward Jason one last time.

"It's about time for my patrol tonight." As she passes by behind his beanbag her hand snakes out to flick fingertips through his little shock of white hair. "Catch you later, Jaybird."

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd is sure she can protest. His claim doesn't exactly hold a lot of water. He's just trying to tease her a bit. Everyone likes to get flirted with, right?

He snorts. "Being the little sister and using sordid in the same sentence. It really isn't a good thing in this day and age." He pauses, "I mean. It's kind of hot. Even a little kinky. Just not sure this is the group you ought to be doing that sort of thing with" he says with a slight smile.

There is a come back for that comment abou red looking good on him. He doesn't take it since she's clearly getting ready to leave. The comment about her sister doesn't seem to really worry him either. That's the problem. When you've already died once, the threat of death or bodily harm really doesn't carry the same ... gravitas behind it any longer.

He lets her walk past without trying anything. He'll look though. He'll always look. When she teasses that shock of white hair he smirks.

"See you, Trouble."