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]

"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.