MCA #5, Monday Evening

[electrocynic]

Bad habits were so easy to fall into. Like binge-watching several bad reality shows on Netflix in a row because you seemingly had nothing better to do. And sure, Sarah had something better to do because she ought to have been at least putting in some appearances at her office, but she hadn't found the energy to be arsed to do that in a while.

Maybe this week.

But not today.

Even if she had just finished the latest series of some dating show and was now feeling disgusted with the universe. Followed by absentmindedly browsing things on her phone and without realizing, ending up on the Portalocity site, looking up portals to Oa. And then feeling disgusted with herself, instead.

"Jesus Christ. I need to get out more."

And maybe talk to herself less.

She made a snap decision to work on that second part first. (Weren't snap decisions always the smart way to go? Definitely.) The phone was already in her hand – all it took was sending a text.

Bored out of my wits. Have crisps and cleavage if you'll bring beer and ... fill that in yourself.

She was the classiest, always.

[ooc: For that dude, though open for other visits/calls/texts as well, if you want.]

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[imafuturist]

Tony had had... an interesting week. And once he felt Steve might be able to sleep off everything, he fled for some sanity.

He knocked on the door, letting out a breath.

[electrocynic]

In the meantime, Sarah had actually made an effort to make both herself and her flat look like she hadn't been hermiting without leaving the place for at least a week.

Well, she made half an effort, anyway. Place didn't look like a cave and she was in a clean (and cleavage-y) top when she came to the door. "Well, look what the text dragged in."

[imafuturist]

"You offered beer and cleavage," Tony replied with a little grin. "So..."

[electrocynic]

"Good thing you're easy," said the woman who'd lured him here with cleavage and beer. Pot, kettle. "Come in."

When she turned, it turned out she'd managed to pick trousers that complimented her, too. So maybe it wasn't just half an effort but... three quarters of one?

[imafuturist]

"So few people have called me that," he said with a laugh, following after her.

[electrocynic]

"Yeah, people are really fucking dim like that," Sarah drawled, as she led him to the living room. Not that there was much leading to do, with the way her apartment was set up. But still.

She plopped herself back down on the couch, brushing her phone aside as she did. The whole point of this thing was to ignore that, so better start now.

[imafuturist]

"You are so kind," Tony replied, politely ignoring the phone. "Happy Memorial Day."

[electrocynic]

She'd never even actually closed the Portalocity app. Sigh.

But whatever. "Is that what today is?" she asked, tilting her head. "Dunno if I'll ever learn your holidays."

[imafuturist]

You had it baaad, Sarah.

"Marks the beginning of summer for a lot of kids here," he said, holding up the beer to place on the end table so she could drink her problems away.

[electrocynic]

Yeah, well.

Whatever.

"Only now?" she asked, making a face. "Feels like it's been summer for fucking ages already."

She was a delicate English rose, okay.

[imafuturist]

"How have you managed to survive here this long?" he teased. "You know it gets way hotter outside the AC."

[electrocynic]

"Yeah, that's why I'm in here, with the AC," Sarah rasped. Because the outdoors were terrible. Just terrible. "Waiting for it to rain like it ought to, in May."

[imafuturist]

"That would just make it humid." Because America was evil like that.

[electrocynic]

"You lot can't even do rain right," Sarah scoffed, shaking her head. She reached for one of the beers. "Humidity is bollocks."

[imafuturist]

"At least we're not further south?" Tony offered. Helpfully.

[electrocynic]

"Ugh." Yeah, that about summed it up. "Do you think it's this warm in space?"

No reason.

[imafuturist]

Oh, Sarah. You asked a nerd this.

"Well, it depends where in space. Because you could be boiled alive getting too near a star."

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Assume near somewhere that's livable."

[imafuturist]

"Cold. Bitterly cold." Unless you had, like, superpowers or something.

[electrocynic]

And no one had those, right? Sarah considered her beer, after a sip.

"Sounds more my speed," she quipped, though it was dry.

[imafuturist]

"It's very nice," Tony offered. "Aside from the aliens who want to kill you."

[electrocynic]

"Sometimes there are aliens trying to kill you here, too," Sarah pointed out.

"Or, y'know. Random other things."

[imafuturist]

"But aliens," he joked, doing the meme hand motion for it.

[electrocynic]

And now he was getting a judgey look.

"Get off the internet, Tony."

[imafuturist]

"Spoilsport," Tony replied, taking a beer for himself.

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged and smirked. "Don't think you accepted my invitation with the assumption that I was going to listen to you meme at me."

Yes, she'd just used it as a verb.

"Tsk, Tony. Fucking tsk."

[imafuturist]

"Were you expecting champagne dreams and caviar wishes?" Tony asked dryly.

[electrocynic]

Sarah tilted her head to muse on that, as if she couldn't hear the sarcasm.

Because she was a dick.

Then she gave her verdict. "Both of those things sound disgusting."

[imafuturist]

"Hey, champagne isn't bad." Caviar was still a little gross.

[electrocynic]

"It's unnecessarily fucking fancy."

And she was a working class superhero to te very core.

[imafuturist]

And he was a former billionaire.

Oh, Fandom.

"I'll keep that in mind next time," he replied wryly.