Owner	Pose
Bart Allen	Bart Allen has been out and about running a few errands, checking on a few friends, and decided for a break. He has stopped in at shake shack, and has ordered a platter full of food, obviously waiting for some more people from the volume but he has started eatting it seems.
Rave	Not every day could be dance clubs, electronic music or international selfies from the tops of buildings. Sometimes even neon speedsters liked to have an 'easy' day. That and, who didn't like a good milkshake? Dressed in her usual workout shorts and hoodie over her shirt, the girl with the luminescent blue locks lazily made her way into the 'restaurant', idly humming to herself as she made her way towards the line for the counter. The bane of anyone who could see the world in hyper-speed. Waiting in queues!
Bart Allen	Bart Allen is going through his fries and to most people it might seem normal, but he is swapping out the package with a fresh one via superspeed with a new one. He is watching people come and go. He has been practicing the zen of studying slower things, and he uses these skills while dealing with folks in the normal world.
Rave	It might be invisible to most...but not so much to another speedster. Spotting someone mowing through fries like that was going to earn a second look. The bluenette blinks, tilting her head to the side and then stepping up towards the counter to hastily place her order before she makes her way towards the table. "That uh...starts to add up after a while," she speaks up, giving a little laugh. "Food bills kinda come back to bite you if all you go for is junk food." Of course, she -was- here to score a burger for herself...
Bart Allen	Bart Allen 's brow raises a bit, not caught on she has caught him yet. ""I try not to hit fast food to much, but I usually burn it off pretty well. " He looks the young lady over, and wipes his hands and mouth, before saying "Hey, I'm Bart," He offers with his hand.
Cecily Winters	It's hard to hide how Cecily looks, between the fox tails and fox ears, and today, the duffel bag she's got slung over her shoulder. She's dressed professionally, as always, with her office/agent-like attire in skirt and vest combination. It might be easy for Rave to tell that she hasn't had a 'shift' yet today, because her white blouse ISN'T covered in blood.     The fox-eared woman might not notice Rave just yet, though, or presently doesn't acknowledge her when she sweeps the room. She can't crash the girl's life all the time, right? Besides, Ms. Winters is hungry, and eyes the menu. She waits her turn in line, and smiles gently to the counter clerk. "Four dogs. Dragged through the garden. Fries. And a neapolitan shake, please," she orders, no indecision here for the hungry vixen.
Rave	It would be a strange sight for most, but for Rave? Not so much. She knew that fluff anywhere! Apparently she didn't have quite the same restraint as the vixen either. Bart's offered hand is reached for, a smile and a bow of her head given in greeting as her other hand gestures to herself. "Rave," the obvious metahuman girl begins. "And I get the burning it o- Oh!" There's a streak of light, at least to most eyes, but the sudden burst of speed as the blue-haired girl crossed the room was probably perceptible to another speedster as she 'appears' by Winters side. "Hey!" Whatever peace the vixen had away from the blue ball of energy was set to be vanquished!
Bart Allen	Bart Allen 's brow raises a bit as he sees her pretty much as she is going normal speed. He hmms a bit and says "Wow another one, I have not met." Then he sees the Fox, and both brows raise a bit and he has to fight the urge to speed over and have a closer look at her himself.
Cecily Winters	The rush of wind and neon doesn't seem to make Cecily bat an eye. Even her fur doesn't seem out of place. She pays for her meal with no signs of shock or surprise at the sudden blue blur of a teen at her side. "Miss Shepard," she says calmly, though Rave would know that the smile she's trying to keep from tugging too hard at her lips means she really just likes calling her that to tease her at this point. "We have a knack for running into each other on our days off, don't we?"     She steps away from the queue to let others have their turn, and finally focuses her gaze and her attention on Rave. "I didn't want to interrupt you and your friend. I'm just here for lunch before heading to work in Bushwick in about an hour or so," she explains to the bluenette, casting a polite nod in Bart's direction.
Rave	"Friend?" A blink, a moment of realization, Rave gives a little laugh. "Oh, this is Bart," she gestures, offering a wave towards the youth. "He uh..." she trails off, excitable energy not enough to quite have her outting another super-human. After all, just because she didn't have a secret identity between her obvious 'glowing' and public emergence of her powers didn't mean everyone liked being known. "We were talking about fries."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen looks over to the two women, and says "Please join me." He offers to them and motions towards the seats, he made a dent in the mountain of food he had, but still seems to have enough for a couple people. "Yea, I am Bart, a pleasure to meet both of you." He offers with a smile. If they pay attention he does have one thing odd about him he does have yellow irises.
Cecily Winters	"Fries are good for those with higher-than-average metaboilisms... I'm a slave to those needs, myself. That and sometimes you just really want salt..." Cecily says in response to talking about fries, but does take the invitation to join at the table. She doesn't sit just yet, though, as she glances back towards the counter. "I'll have to stand up again momentarily to get my food, no sense in getting comfortable," she says with a small shrug.     "Pleased to meet you. I am Ms. Winters. Occasionally Rave's..." she looks the bluenette over again, knowing that she'd have another opportunity to tease her. But she opts for "...partner."
Rave	"Junk food is only junk if you can't burn it off, right?" Rave muses, a little flicker of embarassment at Cecily's choice of works crossing her face fast enough most wouldn't catch it. Was the implication embarassing, or admitting someone had hired someone to protect her at times when she was meant to be a Superhero? Soon enough Rave's own order was done, timed enough for her to claim her tray and linger while Cecily's is being completed and to shrug her shoulders. "So, just a 'wandering about' sort of day off?"