18285/Room-mates finally meet

Room-mates finally meet
Date of Scene:	11 June 2024
Location:	145 Central Park Penthouse
Synopsis:	Jen finally meets Mary
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Stavros, Mary Bromfield

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Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen, in a word, felt like shit. She'd went out, got tipsy, struck out at getting laid, then wandered home and screamed at Marie's houseguests. They managed to smooth that over but Jen had a little luck-oops, which helped nothing get resolved, and now Marie was out and about somewhere by the time Jen dragged herself out of bed and got a shower. So here she was in her little comfortable short-shorts and her oversized Xavier's sweatshirt, hair wrapped in a towel like the Bride of Frankenstein, out in the living room area putting some serious pain on a bottle of wine and a tub of ice-cream.

Sometimes, a girl just needed to live the stereotype. Stereotype, thy name was Jen Stavros.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
There's a wry voice from down the hallway, "Was wondering when you'd be getting up and about." With that, the somewhat tall brunette form of Mary Bromfield, a.k.a. Marie-Ange's girlfriend, appears. She arches a brow at the wine and ice cream combination, but doesn't seem to judge it just yet. "Guessing it was a pretty rough night, huh?"

With that, she comes into the kitchen, grabs a Cherry Coke Zero from the fridge, and moves to sit in a chair, looking over at Jen with a curious expression. "I'd say good morning, but it doesn't look like you're quite there yet."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen looked over the brunette with a critical eye. Nice build, nice rack, strong by the looks of it - fuck, she had to fight down the instant "Thanks, I hate it." reaction. "Rough night." she said aloud agreeably. "You would be Mary, I take it? Sorry if we disturbed you last night." she said by way of an apology.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "No worries, you'd be amazed how soundproofed my streaming setup is. Though I suppose if they'd heard you they'd probably want to meet you." She chuckles, "Might be more of a shock to them than when I had Marie-Ange on trying to play Elden Ring." With that, the woman laughs easily, looking pretty relaxed. "Not that I'm begrudging the wine-and-ice-cream frustration, but I figured I'd fire up some real breakfast. Interested?"

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Sure." she said, then took a hefty swallow of her wine. "Real food would ... probably be a good idea. Not even I can get lucky enough to survive on wine and ice cream alone." she said with a wry look, then happened to glance down at her toes. Might be time to paint them. Where the urge came from Jen hadn't the foggiest, but her unadorned little piggies looked sad and lonely as they were.

Jen was pretty sure she didn't own an Elden Ring, nor had she heard of it. "Still some mostly not-melty ice cream here if you want some." she offered.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles, "Fair." With that, she gets up to start the stove-top warming up... and also to get a spoon from the kitchen. Coming back over, she sits down next to Jen and grins at her, "Best offer I've had all morning." With that, she grabs a spoonful of ice cream.

"But, was thinking huevos rancheros, if you're up for that. Though I do tend to make them a bit on the hot side, but I can tone them down if you like."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Was ... Mary challenging her? Sure, she was trash from AC but she was also more-or-less pathologically incapable of backing down from a challenge. "It'll be fine. Wawa makes some bitchin' rancheros." she mused out loud. She let Mary dig into the ice-cream and took another swallow of her wine. Not that she got all that drunk last night, this was more Emotional Support Wine. Marie had a surprisingly amount of it squirreled away, for some reason.

"So Marie tells me you do cam work?" she asked, not-at-all innocently.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "Yeah, I do streaming. Video games, sometimes roleplaying stuff with my friends, or even board games. I wish Tabletop hadn't crashed and burned since I'd love to get a guest spot on there, but that's before my time." She laughs a little, taking it at face value and ignoring the not-so-innocent implications. "Some cosplay too, but it does help pay the bills. Got quite a few followers that way."

She then winks at Jen when it seems the challenge, such as it is, was accepted, taking one more scoop of ice cream before standing back up and going to the kitchen, "Alright then, Vasquez House Special Huevos it is. Give me a few." And with that, she gets to work. She's a pretty good chef, as it turns out. Or at least she's a top-seeded amateur.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen's skills in the kitched tended to top out at "Really good at Doordash ordering." herself. Another scoop of ice cream, washed it down with a swallow of wine, and let the mutant metabolism break down the sugars pretty rapidly. Gave her a nice buzz, it did. But now was a good time to put the bottle down and wander into her room to find the right shade of polish for her toes. And maybe a touchup on her fingernails. They could probably use it.

"So where are you from, originally?" Jen hollered into the kitchen as she returned bearing Nail Painting Supplies.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "Philadelphia, actually! Though my foster family moved to New York about five years ago. I'm the oldest sister and momma bear to four little brothers and the best little sister you'd imagine." She chuckles, a satisfying smell and sizzling sound coming from the stove as she works on the huevos.

"Honestly, never really gave much thought to being in a relationship, after having some bad dating experiences. Then, well, I met Marie." She chuckles, "Guess I was just looking in the wrong places."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"No shit?" she said, her South Jersey Girl accent coming on a little strong. "I'm from AC myself, born and bred." she said as she settled back onto the couch. "Got a sister and three brothers, so I get the big fam thing." she elaborated. And the less she said about the entirely fucked-up Clan Stavros likely the better. If she wasn't careful she'd get off on a rant here about toddlers and tiaras and her unbelievably fucked-up excuse for a childhood. "I'm the youngest." she said, as if that wasn't painfully apparent.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "Yeah, when Marie-Ange and I decided to jump into this place the younger ones were probably going to have knife-fights for my room. I'm hoping there wasn't /too/ much bloodshed." She laughs, shaking her head a little.

"But yeah, AC is interesting. Got down there occasionally when there were conventions or the like, especially when it got into cosplay. I'm pretty big into that stuff, but... well, I like it, and it pays the bills, so bonus." She chuckles, and plates up the huevos, bringing them over to the table. "Want something to drink? Well, something else? OJ, mimosa?"

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen smiled up at Mary. "Mimosas sounds good." she said, accepting the proffered plate. "So ... cosplay, huh?" she mused after a moment and a gulp of wine. "Who do you like dressing up as?" she asked. "Do the Superhero thing, or just the pop culture thing?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary chuckles, and prepares a mimosa for Jen, then comes back over and slides it in front of Jen, "Oh, mostly pop culture things. Superheroes... well, I'm not really obsessed about them. My two little brothers, Billy and Freddy, they have a podcast about capes they do. I let them handle that stuff." She chuckles, "Though I do occasionally guest on their cast to chat about things."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
And that's where Jen had to tap out on the whole cosplay discussion. Her taste in pop culture ran towards "Male, hot, want to grind up against." vs "Want to look like and/or be." Call it a legacy of too much modeling as a child. "I ... did modeling as a kid." she admitted, wincing a little bit. "That's sort of like pro cosplay."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary seems to sense the discomfort there, and winces with a fair amount of empathy, "Oof, yeah, okay." She nods, "But I'm glad we finally got a chance to talk. Marie speaks the /world/ of you, Jen." She smiles, "So it's nice to meet you." And she genuinely sounds like she means it.