Owner	Pose
Ted Grant	Ted Grant is very sure his nose is not broken. He had it broken a number of times before, even setting it himself once. It was just bleeding a little. At his age he was just glad blood came out and not dust. He managed to excuse himself, head upstairs and remove his bloodied t-shirt. With a little tissue up one nostril he was good to go and shirtless (in case the bleeding continued) he dropped into the recliner with a sigh and a chuckle at his mishap. Some teachers, would not give an exhibition, for fear of messing up and looking bad. He knew what he could do! Anyone could get a lucky shot in. You learned that early on in the ring.
Inez Temple	Knock knock. Inez being Inez, she gives him two knocks and a pause of a few seconds before she tries the door handle, opening it up and walking in as if it were her home and not someone that might as well be a complete stranger. But when you can bench press a small tank, these things become irrelevant. "Not gunna ask if y' decent, 'coz I bet y' rarely are." She says with a smirk, covering her eyes but fingers spread to peak. "But y' good in here? Still up f' brunch?"
Ted Grant	Ted Grant piffs at the concern. He looks Inez over and says, "I could eat. I just wanna make sure the bleeding is over. Noses are like that. Why don't you grab a seat and wait with me?" He gestures around and ends with his hands in his lap. "Ain't you ever cold in that rig?" he finally asks.
Inez Temple	"Wouldn't know." Inez waves that off airily.. Her being a mutant isn't exactly something she *hides* even if she isn't as obvious about it as some people. Besides, of course, her allergy to clothes. And speaking of, she snorts a bit of laughter as she doffs her hat and claims a seat, sprawling as she spins the hat on one finger. "Naah." She waves off feeling cold dismissively. "When y' got Texas in y' blood, y' don't get cold!" Beat. "Plus, I don't feel t' cold 'less it gets real chilly. Like chewin' mint gum, really." She eyes him consideringly, partially because of the blood and partially because of the shirtless, and gets up to go poke around his kitchen. "Lemme get y' a rag or somethin'. Y' look like y' went face first inna vat of strawberry jam, Champ."
Ted Grant	Ted Grant was getting to that. He just figured he'd wait till the blood stopped for sure. "People get all out of joint over a little blood. Uh bottom drawer. Thanks." He points to the cupboard. "You shoulda seen me after fighting Cass... Mohammed Ali. There was a fight! Mayhem in Gotham!"
Inez Temple	"I saw." Inez grins at Ted over her shoulder, crouching down to get the rag and then straightening up. Beeeend and *snap*! "M' teacher used it t' show proper boxin' form." She wets the cloth, walking over and reaching for his face, turning it first one way and then the other consideringly. "Got y' good there. But don't look like y' broke it." She snorts, "Any more'n it were before." And just when it looks like she's going to be a good little damsel and wash his face for him, she throws the rag on his face, and goes to sit back down and settles in while his vision is obscured by moist towel and he can't enjoy the show. Rude! "Plus m' pa loved y'. Had a poster'n his man cave."
Ted Grant	Ted Grant does not react well to the cloth in the face. He throws out an arm to try and catch Inez by the waist. He shakes the cloth of, ready to rise up if his wild grab doesn't work out. "Your 'ap' has good taste and made at least one beautiful baby in you. In the words of Benny Hill, a woman like you could ruin a guy, if he was lucky."
Inez Temple	Quick as the Champ is, Inez is a mutant with heightened reflexes and a *wicked* sense of humor. She dances just outside his reach, and the chuckle makes it very clear it was completely intentional... Although she does move to sit down on the arm of the sofa, legs crossing like a prim, proper lady... although a proper lady wouldn't have to tug her skirt down. "Y' best believe I'm t' House o' T' Risin' Sun, Champ. I been t' ruin o' many o' good man." She teases, and doffs her hat to set it on his head. "M' teacher said y' were t' best boxer in y' prime, even if y' lead w' y' hip sometimes." She raises an eyebrow at him, as if challenging him to disagree.
Ted Grant	Ted Grant says, "I do all right. I did all right and, I'm still IN my prime." he is a little chafed at being shown up twice now, and one of them was underage. "You look like a high schooler when you out from under this portable shade tree." He sits down on the couch, not to be accused of looking down her halter. The rag gets thrown over her knees into the trash can. He regards her for a long moment, then pushes the brim back and says, "You got aan appealing way with mixing flattery and BS. I think you figure, you look like this, maybe you should be all scary and superhuman to screen the guys who otherwise you would have to beat off. You single?" The avuncular air he had previously is gone now. If anything he's drawing on his life and experience doing social work.
Inez Temple	"Always keep'm guessin', cowboy." Inez finger-guns at Ted's observation about mixing flattery and BS, watching him settle her hat on his head with amusement as she curls one leg under the other from her perch on the sofa arm. "An' no maybe to t' superhuman part. I'm Grade A Texas-bred Mutant." And she flexes, revealing lean muscle to go with her generous curves, before relaxing with a chuckle.. Although she frowns when she's asked if she's single. "Complicated answer." She tells him, expression growing serious. "Had a thing w' a friend, after a job, an' there were lots o' booze and a Vegas weddin' under t' influence o' said booze, but..." She shakes her head. "Don't think either o' us consider it real, y'know?" She shrugs. "I date an' play. Dunno if he does too, but reckon he's had his flings. So like amiably seperated?" She shakes her head, "Either way, don't be thinkin' y' poachin' on anyone's territory there, champ."