14903/Just some stuff in the kitchen

Just some stuff in the kitchen
Date of Scene:	11 May 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	Greer and Jen get a chance to catch up.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Walters, Greer Grant

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Jennifer Walters has posed:
    It's a lazy Thursday afternoon, and Jennifer finds herself over at the Avengers Mansion with a cup of coffee and a danish, working on some case files on her laptop. It's hard to get away from work, but sometimes people will stop by the mansion and offer a distraction, which she desperately needs.

    She stares blearily at the laptop's monitor and lets out a low groan, as she folds her arms on the table and rests her head on them. "I need to hire some help," she mumbles into her arms.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Lazy afternoons are great afternoons for a cat, not that 'lazy' is really a word that can be applied to Tigra. She makes her way into the kitchen with her usual quiet footsteps while Jen's got her head on her arms. "what sort of help you looking for?" she asks as she ambles over towards the fancy fridge. "Another lawyer? Receptionist? Or you need a Paul Drake sort?" She leans over to rummage about in the fridge, tail swaying idly.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    "Ideally another lawyer," Jennifer says, raising her head to greet Greer. "But I'll take a legal assistant too." She lets out a despondent sigh, "I don't really have the money to pay for one, though. Do you think I can get away with paying for them with coffee and danishes?"

Greer Grant has posed:
    After her hunt, Tigra emerges from the fridge with a glass bottled root beer in hand, closing the fridge door with a hip as she twists off the metal cap, flicking it to the proper receptacle. She steps over towards the gamma ray lawyer and slides into a seat. "Well, maybe," she muses before taking a sip of her soda. "Course, what -kind- of law you'd get who'd only for that, that's pretty hard to say. Now an intern, on the other hand, might could arrange something with. 'specially if they can get some school credit or something from it." She frowns and pauses a moment. "Do law interns work that way? Getting class credit for internship I mean."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    "Well, yes," Jen says with a nod, as she takes off her glasses. "But the universities also expect you to //pay// your interns, too. Granted, not as much as a regular employee, but still, monetary compensation is usually required."

    She looks thoughtful for a moment before adding, "I //might// have the budget to hire an intern. They'd have to supply their own danishes, though."

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Bah. bah, I say," says Tigra, giving her legs a brief stretch. "In my day interns worked for free and were grateful for the work," she says in a fake old timer's voice. "Uphill, in the snow, both ways." More naturally she says, "Well, might be worth a look, if you think they'd take enough load of of you to make it worthwhile, obviously. I don't know anything about the profit/loss side of it, assuming you're trying for one over the other." She grins, now. "Hey, know what you should do? Try to get a TV show made about you."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    "During a hurricane //and// a snowstorm!" Jen adds with a grin. "I'll think about it. I've got plenty of people who //want// to be my intern, but most of them just want to ogle me and have no legal training."

    "A TV show about me? God, can you even imagine?" She chuckles and shakes her head, "They'll probably do something corny and have me break the fourth wall all the time. Who'd even //produce// the thing? Disney?"

Greer Grant has posed:
    A quick grin from Tigra as Jen plays off the oldster routine, a casual shrug at talk of thinking about an intern. "Well, you can't blame them for that. The ogling, I mean. You're certainly ogleworthy, though it's fair to expect them to at least have legal training if they want to be your intern." She lifts her drink but pauses before taking a sip, considering Jen's question for a moment, and then shakes her head. "Nah. It would never catch on." The Fourth wall remains intact.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jen chuckles and flexes a few of her muscles, causing her business suit to bulge in a most enticing way. "I certainly //am// ogleworthy. Did I ever tell you they wanted me in one of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues? I don't even //play// sports."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra twists in her seat and more squarely face Jen, watching with open appreciation as she flexes and strains her suit. "Got that right," she says when Jen confirms her ogleworthiness. She then shakes her head. "No, you didn't tell me that. Were they going to pay you for that, or were they hoping you'd do it for the publicity." She looks She-Hulk over up and down, clearly trying to imagine the swimsuit in question.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    "Oh, they'd pay me," Jen answers. "Quite handsomely, too. I seriously thought about it, but decided to turn them down." She shrugs a little, "I was with the Fantastic Four at the time and I felt that that would..." She shakes her head. "I don't know. Tarnish their image or something. Now that I'm on my own, I'd probably do it. I've always enjoyed that kind of attention, you know? Since becoming all green and ripped. I tried to bury myself in clothes when I was just plain jane Jennifer Walters."

Greer Grant has posed:
    A thoughtful nod and sip of her soda from Tigra as she ponders the Fantastic Four's reputation. "Yeah, that might've gone okay, but I think you made the right choice at the time. I mean, if it was charity or something, you could've done it, but just for the check for yourself, yeah that's kind of at odds with their 'brand.'" She grins. "It's a nice attention to be able to offer, definitely. And I certainly understand liking it. Obviously I don't have modesty issues myself, these days."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jennifer snorts. "I'll say. Still, you make bikinis look good." She shakes her head, finally closing the lid on her laptop signaling that she has now officially been distracted. "I wouldn't have done it for the check. Not really. Like I said, I kind of like the attention, now. It's a female power kind of thing, I think."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra's turn to pose a bit now, leaning back in her seat and arching her back in a moderste stretch, holding it to let fur ripple up and down her form as muscles do their thing. She relaxes again after that, and nods. "Well, you're a powerful female, that's for sure. You don't buy into the arguments that stuff like that is objectifying?"

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jennifer nods as Tigra stretches. You can't deny that that would have an effect on //anybody//. "It can be," she says. "But it can also be empowering. Owning your own body and showing it off on your terms isn't all that objectifying. It has to do with who your audience really is and whether or not you're treated as a person or as an object during the process."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra leans forward now, listening curiously to the other woman's response. "Can certainly see that side of it. I'm not sure exactly how I feel about it these days. I mean, I appreciated pictures of the guys being 'objectified', and since having been one, I can just as easily appreciate it of the ladies. I understand where people opposed to that sort of thing are coming from, but, well, unless we all start wearing shapeless robes, people will be admired, or not, and I'm afraid I'm too sensual a person to regret that."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jennifer shakes her head. "You'd look //terrible// in a robe, anyway. I like you as you are, skimpy clothing and all." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe I should make ads for my business with me in a swimsuit. That would //definitely// drum up business." She gives this a seconds worth of thought before shaking her head. "No, that's a bad idea."

Greer Grant has posed:
    Tigra glances down at herself, briefly picturing herself dressed like that. "Yeah, that wouldn't be fun at all. You, I think, would make any robe go from shapeless to shapely. Think they'd have to take a sail from USS Constitution to have enough fabric to hide your curves." Another pause as she ponders the swimsuit ad. "It would drum up -interest-," she counters. "Not necessarily business. Which I think you already realized. I know you deal with that sort of...client already, but encouraging them would just, well, encourage them." She finishes off her soda and then tosses the bottle away before standing. "I got something I need to attend to, but good to see you again. Should do that more often."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jennifer chuckles, "You flatter me." She nods and says, 'Hey, take care of yourself. It'd been too long. I should hang out around here more often."