Scene #17447: a title that really makes you think

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Jennifer Walters	Jennifer Walters believes in having it all! The career! The personal life! The -love- life! The superhero adventure life! The fashion, the fun, the fighting for existence against time-devouring monstrosities from the tenth dimension (double the amount of dimensions as the fifth!). And most importantly -- she believes in making time for -friends-. A critical cornerstone of this friend time, besides the aforementioned fashion, fun, and fighting against the yadda yadda double the dimensions? -Theme nights-. It all started with Eat Cake in Fancy Dresses Wednesday, an invention of the inestimable Patsy Walker, and it was just all downhill from there. Wanting to rope her other friends into similar bonding moments, the Sensational She-Hulk tried her own hand at coming up with a theme night before subsequently cajoling one Carol Danvers into joining her. Unfortunately... "I've made a huge mistake." ... Jen has learned she's not the deft hand Patsy is at theme nights. And so this forewarning brings us to TUXEDOS ON TRIVIA NIGHT TUESDAYS Where Jennifer Walters - aka THE SENSATIONAL SHE-HULK - sits and stares in open dismay at the round table she set aside for herself and Carol at a standby bar & grill franchise known as BYRNE'S BAR. She is dressed in her very best purple tuxedo tailcoat with matching waistcoat, slacks, white button-up, black bowtie and purple thong sandals. She is currently all in on the gamma-powered glamour because it's her right to and also her best tuxedo was hulk-sized. Her chair groans ever-so-precariously beneath her hulkified weight. She has one of those thousand-yard stares. The haunted looks one gets when they realize they've made a decision that will haunt them to the ends of their days. They're currently three rounds deep into trivia night at the bar, and things are looking grim. For one, everyone is gawking at them, which might be understandable, but not for the reasons you think. No, it's not because they're superheroes at a sports bar. It's not even because they're famous! It's because... well... ... Let's just take a look at the score cards: THE BANTER PANTHERS - SCORE: 2 (jen thought this name was a bit of a stretch but not bad!) BEER TODAY GONE TOMORROW - SCORE: 1 (jen was mad this one was already taken!) THE BRAINIAC MANIACS - SCORE: 3 (jen thought this one was in insanely poor taste!) Which brings us to Carol and Jen's team, GAMMA GAMMA NEGA SCORE: Z E R O . (jen thought the name was very clever but no one else got it which is really just salt in the wound at this point) And so here is Jennifer Walters, sitting in harrowing disquiet in the knowledge that a bunch of nerds are judging her for being just... -terrible- at trivia, trying desperately to keep her chair from splintering beneath her, regretting every decision that led her to this very day. "I think this might be my worst theme night I've ever come up with," Jen states vacantly. She looks sidelong at the other member of GAMMA GAMMA NEGA. Pleading. Desperate. "Was I drunk when I thought of this? Please tell me I was drunk, Carol." Some things, like theme nights, are best left to the professionals, and not people obsessed with making alliteration happen.
Carol Danvers	Despite certain corners of the internet claiming Carol Danvers lacks the human gene to experience fun and lightheartedness, and the fact that her most recent and routine leisure activity has been fixing up the family farm in upstate New York with only minimal use of her powers, even Kree seriousness must melt in the face of overwhelming positivity. And it's impossible to withstand the positivity of her friends, even if Eat Cake in Fancy Dresses Wednesday had involved an awful lot of worry on Carol's part about what constituted 'fancy dress', and she refused to ask Janet van Dyne for a hint. Tuxedos on Trivia night Tuesdays? That's something she can work out easier. Not that Carol had a tux gathering dust in one of her closets between the Avengers mansion and her farmhouse, but when you rock a series of costumes that are growing more and more suit-like by the iteration, and you've spent time in uniform, a tux is downright welcoming. Even if the tal blonde went with leaving her bowtie undone in a brazen, almost confrontational display of casual within the grips of monochromatic formalwear. And as the night wears on, Carol's regretting having gone for stylish nonconformity, because she could totally go for being able to undo her bowtie as a stress release for having been so thoroughly, utterly shellacked in this trivia game. She glances sidelong to her friend and sighs loudly, "No, no, I think the problem is our lack of being drunk. I always used to be good at trivia. I'm positive! I'm sure of it! I mean, when I was drinking? I was unstoppable at trivia!" This is not true. Carol simply did not remember the scores of incorrect answers when she was drunk. "And that last round was bullshit. ALF was not the first alien to come to Earth and eat a cat, there's an entire like... ziggurat on Ceti Alpha 2 to their folk hero Remnar Purrgobble and his transgalactic voyage to 'The Blue Haven'." She heaves out a sigh, slumping forward on her stool, elbows resting on her thighs, chin propped in her palms as her eyes roll to lock onto Jen, her eyebrows lifting. "Should we be drunk? Can it really hurt?" That's a very alarming question coming from Carol. Usually. Until her lips quirk slightly, "I mean, can you even get drunk if you're not uhh... lawyerly?"
Jennifer Walters	It's okay, Carol; no one can withstand Jennifer Walters' positivity. It's gamma-powered. It's a blessing and a curse, especially when it leads to getting roped into deeply embarrassing moments one never thought they could feel shame about. Jen's sigh is a mighty and long-suffering thing that follows up after Carol's as if carrying the torch of its not-so-proud legacy. The green-skinned glamazon slumps back in her seat -- and then stumbles a bit to course-correct as she -feels- the chair's back legs start to bend the knees they absolutely do not have. "Right? I used to do trivia nights all the time in college, Carol," she complains to her friend. "I was the best at trivia. Everyone wanted me on their team!" A TIMELY FLASHBACK Everyone glares sullenly at fresh-faced college-aged thick-glasses'd Jennifer "MISTRESS OF MINUTIAE" Walters as she answers trivia question after trivia question before anyone else can, scrawny arms waving emphatically. She is the only person at her table. Also everyone else is like in their 40s. ~ <3 ~ "Yep. Beloved." It seems Carol and Jen both have some slight problems remembering the past accurately. And so Jen grumps with grumpiness proportionate to a Hulk, sliding down the back of her seat until the collar of her very fancy tuxedo tailcoat hooks against the top of her chair, giving her a tragically frumpled look (but with perfect hair, it must be noted) as Carol protests their disastrous last round. "I kept telling you, 'no one knows who Purrgobble is, Carol! It'd be a waste of time to talk about Purrgobble, Carol! No. More. Purrgobble!,'" she grouses; the SHAME OF DEFEAT and INTENSITY OF FAILURE is probably getting to her. With truly poor timing, she chooses now to destress by hooking a finger into her bowtie and undoing it with a few exasperated tugs. "... Sorry. We shouldn't fight. I just -- I can't live with myself if we don't at least get one point," she mumbles. "Just one measly point! Is that so much to ask??" Still. Carol asks a Very Alarming Question and then chases it with a more reasonable one, which makes Jen wonder if she should be concerned or informative. She debates this visibly for five seconds before deciding: "Getting drunk is the one superpower Jen Walters has over She-Hulk." She offers a lopsided grin at this, her earlier irritation (mostly (sort of (ONE MEASLY POINT))) forgotten in favor of friendly self-effacing. "I work off the alcohol too fast like this. I just get a really fabulous buzz going. Maybe if it was some kinda super-liquor. But," she glances around, slowly, "... I don't think we're gonna get any of that." She sighs. Again. "It can't be helped. This is the only tux I had." It isn't. She just likes the way she fills it out as She-Hulk. "I dunno, Carol. I need some kind of... something. You know? A release valve. I thought Tuxedos on Trivia Night Tuesday would do it but now I just kinda want to bring the whole bar crashing down on the Brainiac Maniacs' heads which isn't -really- conducive to destressing. Y'know, in the aftermath." The BRAINIAC MANIACS, in full Brainiac Merch (why is that a thing!) and sitting right next to Carol and Jennifer, scoot their -entire- table away inch by floor scraping inch, s l o w l y. The trivia host, a portly balding man in his 50s rocking an aggressive beard and a smug expression, side-eyes Carol and Jennifer. His name tag reads 'STAN DOTT.' He clears his throat. Loudly. To let them know they're interrupting his Process. And then he moves along: "Aaanyway," he begins his opening preamble in a perfectly monotone, droning voice, "did you know Monica Bellucci still somehow looked very attractive even into her late thirties?" Jen squints. "I'm not totally cool with the phrasing there," she asides to her friend, but still, she for once looks -excited-. She starts sitting up, a smile on her lips--! "But I bet this question's gonna have something to do with 'The Matrix'--" "Who was the last King
Jennifer Walters	Jen squints. "I'm not totally cool with the phrasing there," she asides to her friend, but still, she for once looks -excited-. She starts sitting up, a smile on her lips--! "But I bet this question's gonna have something to do with 'The Matrix'--" "Who was the last King of the Lombards?" Jen stares. Blankly. She stares for so long as THE BRAINIAC MANIACS excitedly and immediately start scribbling down their answer. She glares sullenly. And then she quite literally shrinks into her tux until she's in her much smaller, much less green Lawyerly Form, lifting one hanging oversized sleeve-clad arm and waving emphatically. "-Drinks please-!!"