7438/The new girlfriend

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The new girlfriend
Date of Scene: 19 August 2021
Location: Location
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: John Stewart, Beatriz da Costa




John Stewart has posed:
John has only been back to his homeworld for a few weeks, and has already gotten the mutual interest of a woman. From Brazil, even.

Today, he's wearing a cotton and polyester robe, breathable with plenty of room, as he starts making an eggs and bacon breakfast on his gas stove. The loft has been cleaned, and it's his 'day off', with Hal taking a turn doing the job today.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
Knockknockknock. Now who the Hell could that be? It has to be someone from the building because he didn't buzz anybody up.

Outside in the hallway the means of ingress is probably rendered a bit clearer by the fiery woman standing outside the door. (And the subtle scorch marks on the ventilation duct's grille.) Fire stands waiting for the door to open, ready to spring her surprise.

What surprise?

The surprise in her hands.

John Stewart has posed:
A look through the peephole has John frown just a bit. She's 'sneaking' through vents now?

Could be worse. he's seen some WEIRD shit out in the universe.

He opens the door in his robe, then looks to her eyes... then traces down her body, shamelessly ogling before he looks back her eyes again. "What brings you around, babe?" John asks with a hint of a smile in his tone.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"I was flying around," Fire says, face grinning behind the occasional flicker of flame from her 'hair' as it flies around her. "When I saw these lovely flowers and thought of you. So I picked them and thought I'd deliver them."

She holds out her hands in which she's formed a bouquet of flowers in flame.

"You got a vase for them?" she asks as she steps past John into his loft. "They're really low maintenance. They hate water."

You can almost hear the rimshot.

"Watcha doin'?" she asks, rocking back and forth on her heels in ridiculous imitation of that little mannerism she develops when she's being mischievous. And actual human body.

John Stewart has posed:
As she walks in, John steps aside and closes the door. "Watching you make bad jokes and walk into my apartment looking like you're about to pull a prank on me." John dryly informs her as he heads for the kitchen, "Just wait until after breakfast." He continues, dryly, as he starts to flip the bacon.

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
Fire forms a flame vase and sticks the flame flowers into it and then turns to face John. "Happy to see me?" she asks, grinning. "You should be. You have the hottest girlfriend on Earth!" She steps forward to hug, the ring blaring all kinds of alarms like two thousand degrees this and instant incineration that and protection protocol the other ... and pipes down when it seems she can keep all that heat to herself and feel ... mildly warm against John.

"I'm going to need that stash of clothes I left here," she says after the hug, and after kissing John's cheek. "If I walk around naked what would the neighbours think?"

John Stewart has posed:
"I'm always happy to see you." John pats one of her hands around his torso in an affectionate way... and when she goes in for a kiss, her intercepts her mouth with his own, giving her a deep kiss instead of the affectionate gesture she was looking for.

After a couple seconds of this, he pulls back, "They'll think I'm a heterosexual male who likes seeing his girlfriend naked." John dryly comments, "but I get it, you're high profile." John gestures into the bedroom with a spatula, "in there."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
Bea flames off and walks over to the room (so much for what the neighbours might think, if any have binoculars trained here), popping back out in a crop-top and a skirt so narrow it could be used as a headband. She's keeping her feet bare for now. The flame flowers continue to burn in the flame vase in the middle of the table.

"I hope you enjoy the flowers. They don't last long. If I lose concentration they go look *poof*"

She peers through the kitchen door. "You only just got up? I already went out for a bike ride, then did my calisthenics, then flew out across the city! Lazybones!" She chuckles. "Or I'm just one of those early worms who gets eaten by the bird."

John Stewart has posed:
As Beatriz comes back out, John looks back to her... and he smiles, "They're an unusual decoration for sure." John comments, finishing up the eggs and pulling the bacon off the pan onto a plate. "Honestly? I'm still getting used to the hours on Earth again... and it's my day off. Today is my partners turn. I'm in reserve." John turns around and looks to Beatriz, giving her a shameless checking out before he starst moving towards the kitchen table and sitting down wit a fork.

"I thought it'd be a robe or something, but I can appreciate you like looking hot for me." John smiles, undisguised interest in his eyes as he watches her, "perhaps next time we go shopping, I can get you some minidresses I'd like to see you in."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"You think I dress like this to look hot for you?" Bea says with a chuckle. "I dress like this because I come from Brazil and like to look hot. Period." She shrugs her shoulder with smouldering eyes. "That you like it too is welcome bonus."

"So you do know the other guy then. I was wondering. It makes sense, of course, but I don't know how you Lanterns operate. Except that he can be a bit of an immature jerk. That I know. Very well."

Just to give John more to look at, she lounges back in her seat, putting one leg on another chair's seat and resting the other on the chair's back. "I like going shopping, but how many guys I know that like it too?" She holds up a hand with four fingers. "How many of them not gay?" Three fingers go down, the final, index finger, pointed accusingly at John. "You sure you're not?" she asks with a grin.

Beat.

"Oh, right. No, you're not."

Dissolving giggles take over her body.

John Stewart has posed:
"I could be bisexual." John notes... then he shakes his head, "but I'm not." A bit of egg is taken and eaten, "but yeah, he's... an interesting one. He's one of our best, but that best comes with arrogance." He glances over to the bedroom door, then back to Beatriz, "clothes shopping isn't something I do for fun. I can't speak for others, but I mainly look for stuff for my day job /and/ for stuff women like to see me in."

He takes another bit of bacon, chews, and points the fork at Beatriz, "why do you think I didn't object when you started dressing me? I like to dress handsomely for my woman."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"Honestly I thought it was because you liked me looking at you," Bea says. "Kind of like why I dress the way I do. Pride is a sin blah blah blah but I like people looking at me. I always did. It's how I made money when I was younger."

She snorts. "People call it shallow, but what's the difference? Appeal to the brain? Brain is part of the body. You're using your bodily advantage. I use mine." Coquettish grin. "Trouble is I'm good with both! That really upsets people."

Bea winks and waits for John to finish his breakfast.

"So what you do on your off day anyway?" she asks.

John Stewart has posed:
"Like you looking at me... and like allowing you to dress me up so you like looking at me. Is there really a difference?" John points out as he finishes the last of his eggs and bacon and leans back in the chair, crossing his arms, "Nothing wrong with it. Humans are attracted to physical appearance. Anyone who denies it denies who we are as a species. It's the same all over the universe, with a few exceptions."

Then, he stands up and starts walking towards a door in the apartment, "Depends on the day... but today, I was planning on working on some blueprints." John turns as he gets near the door and crooks a finger, "Sometimes, I go out and do some walkabouting to help me get used to Earth again, but I have a deadline for my current project."

Beatriz da Costa has posed:
"Project?" That piques Bea's interest. "What kind of project?" she asks, following John into the room. "You said blueprints? You an architect too as well as a Lantern?"

"And yes, I think it's strange, this puritan hatred of the body. The body is us as much as the mind is. Hating the body is hating ourselves. It doesn't make sense." She chuckles. "I used to think it was jealousy. That ugly people hated the beautiful. Is the case in Brazil. But here I see beautiful people hating themselves. It don't make sense."