12136/Study, Study, study...

Study, Study, study...
Date of Scene:	07 September 2020
Location:	Balcony, Monarch Theatre
Synopsis:	Phoebe and Tim hang out and talk for a bit.
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Red Robin

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Another night, another cram session. Her Mandarin homework was tucked already in its book, complete. She had a lap desk with a tablet computer (borrowed from Tim) and a WAYNE ENTERPRISES application pulled up on it, along with her Biology book, open and homework being done in a spiral notebook. Music is playing in the room as Phoebe works, pretty directly after class. As promised, she has moved some of her clothes here -- just in case she needs them, set up in a little spare closet in one of the other rooms.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake had a late class and comes walking into the apartment. He has stopped for food, and tonight it is KFCm he got a bucket of chicken and all the fixings. He looks over and smiles as he sees her working. He walks over and leans over the from behind her to kiss her cheek "Got food, sorry public speaking went over."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Hi Tim." Phoebe greets before he even kisses her -- getting better at the situational awareness, and then she leans her head back with a little grin.

    "I could smell the chicken as soon as you got in." she explains. "I can't imagine that you have to take public speaking. I mean, you give talks at Wayne's, right?" she questions.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake chuckles and says "Is one of the degree requirements." He shrugs a bit and says "We had to give spur of the moment speeches today, and one girl got upset she said she did not know anything about the subject. Teacher said just had to give her opinion on it if real or what not, and she said she didn't know anything about physics, and teacher had to explain subject was psychics.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Ooh man. In my class we had the antivaxer versus the vaccination debate. That was a mess. Three girls said they felt faint and took out their essential oils kits." Phoebe states. "Like... I like the smell of essential oils and I've made them with my own herbs before, but I'm still not going to think mint and lavender is a replacement for a TDAP."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "But they worked so well for the plague doctors." He offers her with a smile, and says "So want food in here or at the table?" He asks her rubbing her shoulder with the hand not holding the bag.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Table's fine -- was just doing some research. Brushing up on my resume. I can't really depend on you and Dick to push my application through, it wouldn't be fair." she states as she gets up with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will move the food to the table unpacking the food and setting it on the table before moving to get plates "Hey you think I got my job cause of my resume?" He asks her "I just try to make sure I am doing a good version of the job and showing I was a good decision

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Ah, no," Phoebe states, "Your last name is Drake-Wayne, part of it is on the building, I don't think anyone would say 'oh no, this Tim Drake kid's trash because he's just a college kid'." Phoebe points out as she sits down. "Besides, you're brilliant, I'm just some girl from Gotham."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over to her, and sets the plates down, and walks over to take her in his arms "Your smart, brave, care for people, you have a ton of strengths, your not just some girl, you are the Mighty Phoebe."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe levels a 'yeeeaaah' look to Tim, with a little smile to her lips before she shrugs her shoulders.

    "That makes me sound like I should be from Asgard or Themyscria or something." the girl points out. "Pretty sure biologically I'm one-hundred-percent Gotham."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "I am biologically from Gotham too, and you don't seem to think any less about me for it. There are great Gotham things, and your one of them." He kisses her, and says "What you want to drink?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    There was a soft 'hmph' sound from the other teen, and Phoebe shrugs her shoulders. "You're different. You know where you're from." she points out quietly, and then shakes her head "I dunno, just water's fine. As long as it's cold." she replies, helping herself to some mashed potatoes and cole slaw, but keeping away from the chicken for the most part.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods and gets them both glasses ice water for her, and a soda for himself. One of the nice things about being rich, his fridge makes pellet ice. He will hand her water to her, and sits down opposite her so he can see her "So, how was class today?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Busy, one of my classmates set the chemistry table on fire so we had to have the rest of class outside. I fell asleep against the tree and woke up just in time for Mandarin 101." she gives a wry smile, looking over to Tim as she stirs her potatoes. "Nacho woke me up; he was passing by and saw me conked out."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "We should have him over some evening, show I am not stealing you away totally, I means Dick and Babs and such are family but friends too, we should spend some time with your friends as well." He offers and gets him some of all the food.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "He's got a girlfriend, he knows how it is." Phoebe gives a wry grin as she noms some potatoes. Nom nom nom.

    "Besides, I'm scared he'll try to out-do you somehow and end up hurt. He's not exactly... atheltic."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "I am sure, I can let him beat me in something, I don't mind letting your friends look good hon." He offers with a smile eating some breast meat, and says "Maybe a double date or something then?"