Owner	Pose
Lia Briggs	In the heart of New York City even the Starbucks franchises are posh. Well, at least a little bit posh. Perhaps we could say that they aspire to poshery. After all, you never know when some famous person might arrive to get a frappucino and a sous-vide egg bite to go! Can't have that happen in a down-at-the-heels coffee shop. And an hour before closing on this early spring evening, a Park Avenue Bucky's is still bustling. Even so, there's a bit of a sussuration among some of the clientele when the redhead in the /fabulous/ outfit with those oh-so-unnecessary sunglasses comes in, trailed by someone who, while still fabulous, is a very definite and intention notch lower in that department. Her personal assistant, no doubt. Some of the better-informed or more historically-minded customers quickly recognize her: "Ooh, that's Lia! Remember when she did the ads for Victoria's Secret? Such a shame she had to retire." But the source of all this whispering appears unmoved, checking her phone while her assistant goes to get something to drink. Lia herself already has a to-go cup painted with a festive Markovian scene, from which she sips now and again.
Billy Batson	Shazam enters the coffee shop. He needs coffee. He's been burning the candle at both ends and though his body doesn't tire, his mind needs sleep as Billy. thanks Wisdom of Solomon. He pays for a coffee and a cronut... no two cronuts. the good thing about New Yorkers is they stopped paying attention to him almost immediately. Probably think he's a performer from Times Square. He looks around for a seat but the place is still jumping. Great.
Lia Briggs	Everyone needs coffee. Or nearly everyone, at any rate. And while Lia may be tethered to her smartphone in the way just about everyone is these days, she is not oblivious to the rather large and well-built fellow who's just come into the shop. Far from it! Her personal assistant is presenting conversing with one of the baristas, and the conversation looks significantly more involved than just a coffee order, so the redhead takes advantage of her opportunity to cross over the red-and-gold clad man who is ... well, a good bit taller than she. "Pardon me," she says, her voice a delight to listen to, "but didn't I see you at that one dust-up with the fellow from -- was it Egypt?"
Billy Batson	Shazam jumps a little and... the cronuts and coffee cup fall and are gathered in a blur of motion. He looks at the person talking to him. Then he looks a little more. He's pretty sure he's seen her somewhere. "Uhm Egypt? Sorry no. I had only one dust up with a real villain and that was Doctor Sivana, back in Philly before moving here. Oh, my sibs and I fought some demons too." He smiles... down at her. It's nice to be tall. As Billy he'd probably be eye level with... think pure thoughts. "I'm Red Thunder." He holds a hand out.
Lia Briggs	If Lia's disappointed that she was wrong, she doesn't show it. Heck, any passing person with the Wisdom of Solomon might well suspect she just made something up as an excuse to start a conversation. Either way, she gives him her most luminous smile, which is to say, the one that doesn't show teeth. "My mistake. I'm so sorry." The sunglasses help a little, in that at least it's hard to tell if her eyes are fixed on his. "Didn't spill anything, did you?" At his introduction, she offers him her hand, saying, "Red Thunder, is it? Pleased to meet you. It looks like we have something in common." Which she emphasizes by doing that thing where a little movement of her head makes her hair ripple and shimmer under the LED lighting. Also, it provides a useful excuse to try to figure out how that outfit stays on, without getting called out for it.
Billy Batson	//Two-sided tape or an adhesive spray,// the voice supplies. "Shut up!" Shazam thinks, still smiling and belatedly releasing the hand, if she'll release his. "Uh name your didn't get. Nice to meet me, you!" What the heck? He's meeting a lot of women lately. Most of them old. //They're your age.// "Oh." //But not really. But do not be scared, they don't bite... // "What?" //Something about this one. Give me some time.//
Lia Briggs	The redhead laughs merrily, like he's deliberately made a silly joke to show how much of a Real Person he is, rather than actually scrambling his words. Wait, were those fangs? They definitely looked sort of fang-y. "Sorry. Let me ego get the best of me," she says, letting go his hand. "Just can't seem to let go of that assumption that every man your age has already seen me in lingerie." Another laugh, because ha ha she's also making funny jokes! "I'm Lia Briggs."
Billy Batson	//No idea. I'm not Google. I deal with occult matters and magic. But at a guess she is a model of lingerie and somewhat famous or was.// Rhe Red Cyclone nods and says, "Well nice to meet you, Ms. Briggs. Have you worn any lingerie lately... err done any shoots? I mean..." he starts studious looking for a seat. Yes, far away. Stupid adult feelings. He thinks furiously, "Can you be any more help? You had 700 wives!!" //I know. That was before I got wise. Do you want me to explain how to settle in and woo her? Yes I thought not.//
Lia Briggs	Fortunately, Lia is determined to be friendly, and she is going to interpret everything she hears in the way that most fits that ambition, regardless of how hard she has to stretch. "Oh, you're /so/ kind to ask," she says, her smile resuming its more usual self. "The truth is I'm retired. I have a condition that makes me sensitive to flash photography." A slightly rueful turn in her voice and her expression, but she's upbeat again a moment later. "But I was more curious about /you/. Do you model? You have a wonderful profile. Classic looks. I'm sure with just a little push you could have more work than you know what to do with." Well, this certainly explains her careful examination of him in a way less disturbing than some other options.
Billy Batson	Shazam boggles a little. She seems a little--flirty? How does he turn this charm off? "Which one of you guys does this to me?" he thinks. Five out of sixhands go up. "Uh, no modeling... well I took selfies with people back in Philly before I decided to take my superheroing more seriously and moved here. You're very kind. I'm sorry about your retirement and condition. Maybe you could sit for paintings? You're very beautiful." There, pure of heart. He can sympathize with anyone. Even when his hormones and nervous system are slam dancing.
Lia Briggs	Unfortunately (?), it's one of those things that comes with the package.. Can't turn it off that easily. "Oh, yes, I can understand why you might not want too much publicity," she says, sounding sympathetic. "Hard enough to maintain a secret identity when you aren't all over the fashion pages, isn't it?" But, all the same, she retrieves a business card from ... well, from somewhere in that outfit. Best not to watch too closely, perhaps. "And it's /so/ thoughtful of you to think of me. Most people would be more concerned with their own careers. You can't teach that kind of attitude, you know. And it's /so/ marketable right now." She leans forward on tippytoe, straining the limits of adhesive spray and/or spirit-gum (don't look down!) to plant a kiss on his cheek, and slips the card into his hand. "Do call if you change your mind, won't you?"
Billy Batson	Shazam for all the world feels like the Man of Steel hammer fisted him in the head. "I uh... sure Ms. Briggs. Thank you. Don't worry about me, you have no idea how well I can disguise myself. It was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you again. Have a nice night." Yeah. He is going to have a hard time sleeping now. Modeling... maybe he could use another name and make some money for the family there. No need to involve Red Thunder at all professionally. He takes his snack and coffee to go, waving awkwardly. Yeah he has to get better around women.
Lia Briggs	"Oh, no need to thank me," Lia says, her smile at its most charming. "You'd be doing /me/ a favor if you did." She takes a sip from her cup of whatever: is that some kind of cranberry juice? Looks like just a drop escaped before she quickly catches it with a fingertip. "Pardon. Enjoy your evening, hm? The pleasure was all mine." Her personal assistant is coming up with one of the baristas, who is herself looking somewhat sandbagged, so the timing could hardly be better.