13087/Hey, we need to talk..

Hey, we need to talk..
Date of Scene:	21 April 2021
Location:	Barker Island, North Hempstead
Synopsis:	Megan tells Connor of her awkward encounter at the club.
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Superboy

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Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn had contacted Conner at the last minute with a rather nervous, urgent sounding message that sounded something like, 'Can we talk? Something happened and I'm pretty anxious and you should know and I'm really sorry but will explain soon. k thx bye!' A few minutes later, Megan hadn't bothered with the old fashionned way. She just ported on the island outside the tower, standing on the seaside and watching the gently lapping waves. Which helped to calm her down.

Superboy has posed:
'Yes, are you okay?' Conner is not... quite used to Megan getting into trouble as much as expecting it with a degree of anxiety. Of course he can't complain, he got into a crazy amount of trouble in his teen years. (And only slightly less nowadays). But maybe he should ask her to slow down... nah.

What would be life without a little danger?

He was outside, just getting some sunlight while watching silly videos on his tablet. When he spots Megan, he hovers close. "Hey, you look fine. What's up, beautiful?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn looks rather red around the eyes and with those bags, she probably hasn't slept well in some time. Her hair is still ruffled and all too. Good thing she has no classes for the rest of the day.

When she sees Conner, her eyes widen, stepping quickly towards him to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. "Conner! It's soo good to see you again.." she pouts a bit. "I'm such an idiot. I did dumb things.." Megan draws a deep breath, where does she even begin?

Superboy has posed:
"Hey, hey," Conner hugs the pink-haired girl gently. "You can always see me anytime you want. Actually you should, you can teleport!" He chuckles, "can't be too bad, you don't have bat wings or anything. Come, sit down and tell me about it. Or... if you want a drink, the Titans have a fully stocked kitchen." Not that he is taking advantage or anything. Well, not much.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods, smiling nervously, chuckling faintly, "I know..Just.." she shrugs and nods, looping her arm around his. "Yeah, food would be good. You gotta pretty cool kitchen here and all..Maybe some tea will help with my nerves.."

Superboy has posed:
Yes, it is a big kitchen in the Titan's Tower. At times they had to fed a score teenagers, some of which were positively voracious. There might even be tea somewhere, although it takes Conner a few minutes to find a tea bag.

Probably it is Raven's, but she will understand. Probably.

He will have a soda, though. "Alright," he murmurs, "so, what happened that has you so upset?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn is grateful for some tea and waits patiently for a warm drink, turning on the kettle and watching it, waiting impatiently for it to boil. Of course, now she has to explain her bad behavior..

"Umm..Well.." she bites her lip, "I guess..I was hanging out at Club Evo the other night, and I met the co-owner and Sam's buddy Roberto DaCosta. I've met him before but not one on one so I figured it'd be a good time to get to know him. But..."

Her face reddens a bit, turning away, busying herself with filling her cup with tea. "Well..I wasn't expecting him to be so..Forward..He was like, super flirty, started twirling me and pulling me in close..I got soo nervous, I even stole a few sips of his drink when he wasn't looking, and then..He kissed me.."

Superboy has posed:
Conner ohs, looking at Megan with some concern. "So, this guy made you uncomfortable and..." he grunt. "Well, I guess you should avoid him in the future. I don't think this was your fault, Megs." He reaches across the table and takes one of her hands. "You are cheerful and beautiful and sweet, I am surprised you don't have dozens of guys falling at your feet on a daily basis."

He smiles at the girl. "Now, you didn't jump on his arms or anything, did you? It was not your fault. Don't worry about it. But don't let any man push you into doing something you don't like, please. Me included."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn laughs nervously, shaking her head. "Oh no, I just kinda ran out of there, but.." she sighs, "I dunno, he blamed my pixie dust for his behavior and apologized. But..It seemed a bit odd, I mean..Sure, my dust can make people feel relaxed, even lower their inhibitions a bit, but..It's hardly a pheremone, y'know? Even so..It have me concerned, to think that I *could* have caused this mess.."

Superboy has posed:
Uh huh. He blamed HER? "I don't know that guy, but I don't like him already. It was not your fault. How many people kissed you before while under the pixie dust influence?" Well, maybe he did a few times. But in his defense, Conner was going to kiss her anyway. And she kinda liked it. "It was not your fault. Blaming you makes him look that instead having good taste in girls, he is outright creepy."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods and sighs, "Yeaah. I mean, he's a team mate and Sam's buddy, but...I dunno, I'm a little nervous about bumping into him again." She frowns.

"I've actually never made people flirty like that before. I mean, sure, he's known to be a bit of a ladies' man to begin with I guess..But I think it's at least partly his fault, y'know? So..I guess I'll just have to keep my distance from him from now on. Which might be awkward, y'know, being team mates?"

She smiles faintly and nods, "But thanks for that. I mean, you must be right..For a while there, I was worried i'd have to go around, with my wings covered in saran wrap."

Superboy has posed:
"Hell no, your wings are awesome, don't hide them," Conner walks around the table and gives the slight girl a hug. "I have never seen you lose control of your powers, so you don't need weird power control stuff. Also, maybe you should talk with your team leaders about what happened? I don't know how the X-Men work, but they might have had problems like this before."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods. "Right..I'll talk to Sam for sure..I feel especially bad, stealing a few sips of his drink to calm down..Never really done that before and I know it could get Sam in trouble to have a minor drinking alcohol in his club, but..He's a chill guy.."

Still, that will be another stressful talk. With a sigh, she melts into his arms, grateful for the comfort. " thanks, I feel better talking to you."