Il Pollo, Tuesday Evening

[electrocynic]

The thing about choosing date attire while your apartment was full of pollen was that sometimes you ended up in a dress that you were kind of a little too boobtastic for. But sometimes these things couldn't be helped. Because sometimes it was way too late to go back and change once you realized the error of your fashion ways, and you just had to own it.

Also, she did look great in it. Try to contain yourselves, Il Pollo customers.

"Well, here we are," she told her date, once they'd entered. Because she was perhaps even worse at talking while on a date than she was at dressing for one.

[ooc: For that one guy.]

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[electrocynic]

"Good."

She was not going to mention how sometimes she could be so impressed she short-circuited nearby electronics. Instead, she just put her empty glass down.

[imafuturist]

Speaking of nearby electronics...

He stood up leaving a healthy tip on the bar on top of the napkin with the phone number. He was at least trying to be nice in his rejection there. "Fair warning before clothing is removed, I have a little--uh--prosthetic, I suppose you could say."

[electrocynic]

Sarah squinted at him, as she stood up and straightened her dress.

What he meant was not what she was thinking. "Gonna need more information than that, mate."

[imafuturist]

He rolled his eyes, but tapped at the center if his chest for a metallic thunk. "Electromagnet. Keeps my heart from stopping. Glows a little and that can kill the mood, I've been told."

[electrocynic]

"One of my exes once set a really crucial bodypart on fire during sex."

Yeah the thing about cape hook-ups was that a little glowing wasn't the worst thing.

There was totally a 'but' somewhere in here, though.

[imafuturist]

"...please tell me it wasn't Johnny Storm."

[electrocynic]

"Last time I was aware of a Johnny Storm, he was a student here." Much like Tony himself, actually. "So no." Since he hadn't shown up as an adult. "Alex, goes by The Hotness, you won't have heard of him. Because no one has, not even where I'm from."

[imafuturist]

"With a name like The Hotness, it seems like such a shame." Tony, it was just tacky to laugh at the superhero name. Not as tacky as The Hotness, but still. Tacky.

[electrocynic]

"It's not for lack of trying."

There would've been some more biting snark there – Alex did so make it easy – but she was a bit busy eyeing Tony's chest with some poorly covered-up concern.

[imafuturist]

"It's basically a night light. That keeps me from dying." WAY TO SIMPLIFY, TONY.

He eyed the bartender for a moment before being forced to unbuttoned enough of his shirt to show the glowing blue disc implanted into his chest with metal branching off from the center like a spiderweb of technology.

[electrocynic]

"Yeah it's the dying part that concerns me."

She should probably say why right? She was getting to that.

[imafuturist]

"Trust me, I'm concerned about that to." Unless he had to play hero and then all bets were off.

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, I mean... because of my powers."

[imafuturist]

"Oh. Oh." Stupid cock blocking heart. "Well, there are redundancies?"

[electrocynic]

"And I mean... I don't always lose control of my powers?" Sarah offered.

Look, she really wanted to sleep with him. Even if she also didn't want to kill him.

[imafuturist]

Sex or death. It was a terrible choice this week.

"I'd promise to not try to impress, but..."

[electrocynic]

This whole week was stupid. Ugh.

"Ugh." Yeah, she said it. And rolled her eyes. Because she knew from past experience the lack of control was a far likelier thing during this week than it was in general. "Well you can still come over for like a tit job or something."

Ever the romantic.

"But prob'ly for the best to leave the... lack of impressing for another time."

[imafuturist]

Tony sighed. "As tempting as that is, I'll pass until it's mutual."

[electrocynic]

"Gentlemanly, if a little stupid." Sarah, not everyone's an asshole the same way you are. "But, your choice."