15588/Nacho, Nacho Man

Nacho, Nacho Man
Date of Scene:	10 August 2023
Location:	Confucius Plaza, Unit 22B (Downtown Manhattan)
Synopsis:	Supergirl has a surprise craving
Cast of Characters:	Owen Mercer, Kara Danvers

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Owen Mercer has posed:
It was late in the evening, or early in the morning, depending on one's perspective, and Owen Mercer was returning to his apartment. He said hello to Mrs. Chang on the elevator ride up, with him towards the end of his day, and she just beginning her own. She tried to talk him about, about how nice her daughter was, and apparently an aspiring Cello player.

After a long night of working at the AMC Village 7 movie theater, this was the last thing he needed. But he couldn't exactly shoot her down. When she cooked, she often made enough for him, and gave him the leftovers. It was part of the reason he could afford this place, scrimping and saving, and besides, it was delicious.

He had changed into a purple t-shirt, which said Melbourne Storm on it, a Rugby League club from his adopted hometown, and he had a black collared shirt, all the buttons left undone, overtop of it.

Below, he had on black pants, which were part of his uniform. He liked the feel of them, and so kept them on.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, after stepping off the elevator on the twenty-second floor, he made his way to his apartment, using his key to undo the lock. He found that the lights were out when he got in, and his vision going from the bright lights of the hallway to the dark of his apartment, meant he would need a moment to adjust. Still, it was his apartment, and he walked forward, heading towards the kitchen.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara's night was a bit more adventurous, but for Supergirl it was just another day at the office. She couldn't boast to being tired from her activities since she very rarely got tired at all, but she could express a genuine need for relaxation. A few hours to turn down her super hearing and kick her feet up. There was the Fortress of Solitude for that, of course. With the ice walls designed to drown out the noise of Earth, it offered a great deal of comfort for someone who could hear for miles without even straining to pick up a sound.

Instead she heads for Confucius Plaza.

Where a window has been left ajar for her to enter without need of coming up through the lobby, less she be assailed by people wanting for an autograph or... who knows, to try and hook her up with their accountant son. Who was a very good boy, certainly. She'd smile, as Kara often did in those situations, but she was terribly uninterested.

Stepping in through the window, she had no need to adjust her vision to the darkness and set her palms upon her hips watching Owen meandering towards the kitchen. Could she announce herself? Of course she could...

Did she though?

Not until she was only a few steps behind him. "Watch out for the coffee table." Said sardonically from behind him. There was no coffee table, but in the darkness? Who could really know.

Schrodingers Table.

Owen Mercer has posed:
The first sign that Supergirl was in his apartment was her voice suggesting that he watch out for the coffee table. Owen immediately paused in his steps, turned around, his eyes still adjusting, but now, he was focusing on the Maid of Might, still in her superhero costume. "Did you move the coffee table?" He wouldn't put it past her. She had a twisted sense of humor at times.

"Because, if you didn't, there's still time, with your super speed, and super strength, and super, well, everything. You could probably move it five times before I blinked, right?" There was a definite sense of amusement in his tone of voice.

Taking a step towards her, he entered her personal space, and shifted so that he brushed against her as squeezed through the still too small gap between her, and his way towards the fridge. Reaching it, he pressed the pressure point on the wood panel, revealing the hidden fridge door.

And suddenly, both of them were cast in the light of the fridge. "Can I get you something to drink, Kara?"

Kara Danvers has posed:
"I moved it." Kara says, no indication that she had left her place standing in front of him for even a milisecond. Then, every single time he blinks, "I moved it... I moved it..." Each time she says so, her grin widens just a tad... until a pearly wall of white teeth are visible behind her pale pink lips. "Annnd I moved it."

Whether she actually had done so any of the times is anyone's guess. It could be in China now. Poor sweet summer table, living it's best life in Hong Kong.

When he squeezes past, she turns to watch him, then lets her hands fall of her hips to follow along behind him towards the glow of the kitchen.

"Whatever will be fine... I'm going to go change." Said on her way towards the back of the apartment to pick out something to wear. And since she only has what she came in, that means she's wearing something of his.

Probably a sweater. Maybe a pair of sweat pants that are way too big for her! We'll see. "How was work? Did you let anyone sneak in?"

Owen Mercer has posed:
Smirking, he shook his head. The smile on his lips was warm and friendly. "That right?" He was fast enough to keep up with her, for brief periods, if he initiated it and she joined in. He instead perceived the world as normal, right up until he decided to go super fast. So he could dodge a bullet if someone held the gun out at him, and he knew they were about to fire. But shoot him in the back, and he'd get shot.

"Ooh, brave, and dangerous." He kept some coolers, vodka and fruity drinks, like strawberry and lemongrass, white peach and rosemary, or watermelon and basil. Who came up with these? He also got himself a Gatorade, lime, as he had a feeling he was going to have a long night, and he might need whatever was in it.

Though he paused and glanced in her direction at the last part. "Oh." Yeah, he had a vivid imagination, but life was rarely that interesting. For yet another time, he was glad that she wasn't a telepath too.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara required very little food or water. She could survive for weeks on minimal nutrition so long as she had direct access to sunlight. Obviously there were limitations and she did still eat, but this was mostly out of a desire to do so. Very rarely was it because she had to. "Alright, then one of the fruity ones, you know what I like." She was terribly simple with regards to her pallet.

Speaking from down the hall as she quickly pulled off her costume and left it folded up beside the bed. When she came back out it was in a long t-shirt, short blonde hair pulled up into an equally short ponytail that left her bangs dangling across her forehead. One might almost forget that she wasn't human when she wasn't wearing her costume. Tiny. Her size did not match her strength at all.

Until she hurls the moon at you.

"Ayuuh..." Leaping over the back of the couch into a lotus position on one of the cushions, she peers back at him with narrowed eyes. "What? What is that look?"

Owen Mercer has posed:
He ended up picking out the strawberry and lemongrass vodka, taking it in one hand, and the Gatorade for himself in the other. He would close the fridge door with his own backside, bumping it closed. It made that suction cup noise as the seal was restored, and the light inside went out.

Following after her into the living room, he sometimes forgot how powerful she really was, when she looked well, like any other petite young woman. She also seemed to be wearing one of his favorite t-shirts, this one said 'Rex Viper', a YouTUber band he liked.

It was big on her, but looked good.

His eyes having now fully adjusted, he joined her, but he took a regular seat, feet on the floor, drinks on coasters, and he leaned his head over to brush it against her shoulder, "you look great, is all. You always do."

Kara Danvers has posed:
No levitation powers, no mind reading. What even kind of garbage powerset does Kara actually have anyways? She grumps quietly when the drinks are set down out of easy reach and slides her feet off the cushion so she can lean forward and grab the vodka. It had a snowballs chance in a microwave of getting her drunk, but it sure did taste terrible. The irony of her drinking it was not lost on her either.

Grinning over at him and his compliments.

"Aw, you're not half bad. Most of the time... you smell like popcorn and old nachos." After a pregnant pause, where she uncaps the vodka and lifts it for a very dramatic, very exagerated drink without looking away from him. "Which is making me hungry." Not true. For the reasons mentioned earlier.

Her head cants over to rest against his.

"Nacho man." Whispered.

Owen Mercer has posed:
He had seen her drink, many times, and she seemed to enjoy it. Well, as much as anyone. She was so full of life, so exuberant. He loved being around her. "Not half bad?" He repeated, "that sounded dangerously close to a compliment. You wouldn't want that to go to my head, now would you?"

And there it was, the popcorn and old nachos. Come to think of it, now he wanted nachos. "So, your plan was to wait until I got all comfy, on the couch, after a hard day's work, okay, an easy night's work, and the very first thing you ask is that I get you something to eat?"

The head canting and resting on his, "evil," he said, a private little nickname for her. With pause, he rolled his eyes, and made a move to get up, singing "nacho, nacho man, if you want to have, a nacho man... then you shall have it. I think I have everything to make them."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara's nose wrinkles, eyes squint, face lit up in a grin.

Was she a little evil? Sure, but nobody seemed to be complaining about it in this room. "Listen, you're always encouraging me to express my inner desires instead of bottling them up." Another drink from the vodka, then she dramatically lays a hand against the center of her chest. "To bring my inner truth out to the world..."

"Well, my inner truth wants nachos."

Her feet creep back up on the couch. Knowing full well she could just make her own nachos, probably wasn't as tired even if he hadn't been working, but she doesn't know how to make nachos. Nor is she particularly efficient at the application of some of the cooking equipment in the kitchen.

She can hit a tank with another tank, but she can't change the time on a microwave.

At least not an Earth one.

"Naaaachoooos..."

Owen Mercer has posed:
Did she know how cute she was? The little winkle of her nose, the squint of her eyes, and especially the way her face lit up? She had to know. How could she not?

"It's usually better to let things out, rather than bottling them, even a bottle as invulnerable as you. Physically, you are, uh, super. But emotionally, you seem just like the rest of us. And if the lady wants nachos, she will get nachos."

Rising to his feet, he would give her another look, and start to turn towards the kitchen. It was kind of nice in the dark. They often did this, though they'd be watching TV or playing video games.

But to make nachos, he had to turn on the puck lights, which weren't as bright or overbearing as the overhead lights. He would get out the ingredients, and start layering them. Normally, he might put them in the oven, but that takes more time, and sure, she has heat vision, but she could overcook them so easily. So the microwave it is. "You want extra sour cream?" He called out.

Kara Danvers has posed:
It is entirely possible she was slightly aware.

Kara was not bashful, most of the time. At least not where it pretains outward things. Everyone had problems. Everyone had things that dug into them despite how tough their skin was. She wasn't any different in that regard. If they were on Krypton? She wouldn't be anything special... Brilliant, perhaps. She was a scientist like her mother.

But certainly not a superhero.

So now she watches him head towards the kitchen with a turn of her head, body following to lay her arms across the back of the couch up on her knees. "Mhm. And that green stuff made from the flavorless fruit that is mostly a seed that will kill you if you eat it." Avacados are the devils fruit.

Owen Mercer has posed:
"You do have a way with words, Kara." Since this was going in the microwave, he wasn't going to risk protein, chicken, steak, or ground beef. But he had an assortment of four different cheeses: Monterrey Jack, cheddar, mozzarella, and some light feta. Corn tortilla chips of course, and carefully layered, so ingredients were on every chip. He used a spice mix of chilli powder, kosher salt, ground cumin, dried oregano, black pepper, and a pinch of cayenne pepper.

He chopped some cilantro, diced jalapeno, some vegetable oil, sour cream, avocados, beans, black olives, guacamole, salsa, shredded lettuce, though all in proportion. He wasn't using much, even though there were a lot of ingredients. His nachos were so much better than the ones at work, though the cheese dip, oh that, he brought that straight from work. He loved it.

A few moments later, after heating them up in the microwave, he would return with a plate of nachos in one hand, and two empty plates, stacked, napkins on the top one, and the bowl of cheese dip above in his other. "There we go, nachos as requested.

Setting them down on the table, he would slide back into his seat, though this time, he was just a tad bit closer to Kara.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Cooking was fascinating. Caitlin, arguably her best friend, was an avid cook. Though she often showed up with baked goods over nachos, it still reminded her of the intricacies that go into preparing meals. "It was so much easier back home. Things just... arrived." Which is probably the most uppity, bogie, thing she's ever said. Must be nice to know how the other half live(d). They're all dead now.

Except the ones who aren't anyways.

Then there's nachos and Owen returning to reclaim his seat on the couch. A little closer, perhaps, but Kara's attention is on that plate of food... which she leans out for and, incidentally, twists around to lay her shoulders against his arm. "Alright, we've got drinks, we've got nachos... What are we watching? I say we continue watching The Next Generation, but I am open to suggestions." Most of her popculture comes from disney movies.

There was a lot of stuff to catch up on when she arrived on Earth. So she chose a genre and watched all of it... the IT just happened to be Disney cartoons.

Widened horizons.