14827/Lois Lane and Kara Danvers in: Mall Mayhem (Mayhem not guaranteed)

Lois Lane and Kara Danvers in: Mall Mayhem (Mayhem not guaranteed)
Date of Scene:	20 March 2023
Location:	LexMall - LexCorp Tower
Synopsis:	Kara Danvers indulges in a craving she could not fulfill in space. A craving for a big messy wiener. But not too messy. No onions. Also there's some clothes shopping. Come for the innuendo, stay for the... also innuendo.
Cast of Characters:	Supergirl, Lois Lane

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Supergirl has posed:
You know what you need after nearly eye laser someone in the middle of Times Square?

Time doing normal people things. The simple act of going out for coffee with a friend or, more specifically to the text she sends to the very busy Lois Lane, shopping trip. Kara's been off Earth for several months. That's plenty of time for most of her clothes to be consider fashion suicide what with the Tak-took or whatever the kids are doing these days.

She's still wearing sneakers from last years trend!

This is inappropriate on so many levels.

> Hey Lois going shopping and could some company. Check yes or no.

Her social trends are just as archaic.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois coudln't agree more that Kara needs some normal person passtimes.

And, really, when you've almost clicked 'send' on that blistering, profanity-filled response to a government official? Well, Lois is willing to admit she might need some time off herself.

Which is why Lois has left the Planet's offices and is stepping into a cab before she's even responded.

> Meet me at the mall. We're going to do some retail therapy. The only worthwhile kind amirite? <

She checks that yes /so/ hard.

She's got no problem finding Kara at the mall, and for once Lois isn't dressed in her usual blazer, blouse, and skirt combo. She's wearing a faded Gotham Knights t-shirt, a pair of hip-hugging jeans and some black leather ankle boots with a modest heel.

And when she locks eyes on Kara, she smiles and calls out, "Kara! Over here! Don't worry, I /do/ know how to dress, so I'll be giving you my very personal touch."

Supergirl has posed:
Kara is not nearly so fashionable as all that, with her 'last year' white sneakers, blue skinny jeans, and Riverdale High School hoodie. GO WHATEVER TEAM THEY ARE. Her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail with her usual red framed glasses high on her bridge of her nose.

The reason she's so easy to find is because she's so very predictable! Wherever there is hotdogs, that's where one will locate a Kara Danvers. Standing in line at the Wiener Imporium waiting to grab an extra long frank covered in absolutely everything. Except onions. Those are not cooked onions, it's those diced ones, and that's just nasty.

Likewise, she has no problem at all picking Lois out of a crowd. Even if she hadn't known she was coming, she can hear distinct footfall and distinguish the- nah, she just glances up and sees the reporter wearing something other than work clothes. It's really quite mundane.

With a big goofy grin and a hand waving over her head, she signals that she is, in fact, right there! "Hey, Lois. Fancy meeting you here. Do you like wieners? I love Wieners."

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois's mouth works, silent, stunned. Is she shocked Kara's picking up a hot dog? No no. She's pretty sure Kryptonians need to eat, and they do a /lot/ of Super-Things, and those have to burn calories. And it's not that last year fashion.

Kara might not be up to date on the hippest trends, but somethingsomething no complaints about her hips in those jeans.

Which is to say, she could pull off any look. Those cute glasses help, but she could rock a potato sack if she had to.

No, what's stolen Lois's voice is Kara loudly, and enthusiastically asking if she lieks Wieners. And then gushing about her own appreciation for them.

"I... you... I... hot dogs are... yeah, I've had a few. They're a good quick lunch and... you can just... call them hot dogs. In public. For... reasons." She sighs.

Kara /was/ in space awhile. Maybe she forgot about Phrasing.

Supergirl has posed:
There are people who are very much blissfully ignorant of what they're saying being embarrassing, but Kara Danvers has been here long enough to know exactly what it is that's got Lois all flustered. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes an equally chaotic grin. Hands on her hips, eyes dancing over Lois's attire, possibly with the same level of appreciation regarding the affixation of these articles of clothing upon her exceptional body.

Oh, but how she flusters!

"What? I'm just saying a good fat, juicy wiener is exactly what I want in my mouth right now, Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet." Incase anyone didn't know who she was talking to. Kara is, after all, a helper.

She pulls a face, a playful one, but still a face.

"Come on, we can double team a Wiener. I like mine messy. Do you also like Messy Wieners?" Condiments, she means condiments.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois's eyes glint. They narrow. They promise, vast, unimaginable retribution when she realizes Kara knows /exactly/ what she has been loudly declaring in the food court, and drawn Lois into as well. Her breath escapes in a slow, sharp hiss.

And Kara keeps going, and Lois's lips press into a tighter, thinner line. Serious. Stern. Please ignore any pinkening of her cheeks. That's rage blushing.

Classic Lois Lane rage blushing.

And as a mistress of the written word, Lois is totally understandably tongue tied, "Iyouhuhwhat.... I... Karrrrra!!!" She heaves out a loud, dramatic sigh, "Are you drunk? Can you even /get/ drunk? You..." She stalks towards the blonde and leans in very close, voice dropping to a hissing whisper, "I'm going to get you back for this. I don't know where, when, or how. But I'm going to. You're going to rue this day... I'd say 'Barbie', but I guess that's not... /really/ accurate, even if you're tall and blonde!"

Supergirl has posed:
Oh yes, there may well come a day Kara lives to regret the action she's taken today. How swift and true Lois' vengence may be! On that day she will likely gaze upon this one and wonder 'why did you bring this erie upon us?' But today?

Kara just grins.

The most cheesy cheesing grin. All white teeth, all up in her blue eyes.

If she were any prouder of herself, she'd have to write a speech and possibly slap Chris Rock on stage. Hands remain fixed upon her hips, staring at Lois as the flustering goes into over drive. Pink cheeks?

Yeah, there'll be retribution, of that she is absolutely certain.

Tongue tied?

Oh... oh by god above.

When Lois leans in close to deliver her promise of a swift and brutal come to Jesus at some undefined later date. "You know, you're actually really adorable when you're furious?" She makes an oopsy face and opens her arms, "Come on, let's feast upon this wiener and then do some retal therapy?"

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois sighs out and leans in under that lean against Kara, dragging her arm over her shoulders. She snorts softly and murmurs dryly, "If you tell anyone I can be adorable, I'm going to double ruin you, blondie. Get you a job with the girls in the mail room so you can hear the rumors about just how fearsome I am."

She sighs and shakes her head slowly, regretfully. This blonde is trouble. Laser-eyed, ridiculously beguiling and disarming /trouble/.

But not so much trouble Lois can't drag her towards one of the more upscale clothing stores with a wide variety of different styles. After all, she might need more than a new t-shirt and jeans! And Lois is willing to be a friend /before/ she's an ungodly engine of revenge.

Also, she still can't think of what the revenge is going to be.

Supergirl has posed:
That's Kara, alright. The manifestation of blonde haired, blue eyed, Kryptonian shenanigans. Her arm loops around Lois and gives her the most affectionate of shoulder squeezes and takes her footlong sausage covered in everything, except sliver onions, to go. It dangles from her hand as they walk.

"I would never share this treasure with another soul, oh no. This will sustain me for the rest of my stay on Earth.." Which by all accounts is a very long time. Baring catatrophy, global meltdown, or the Angels winning the Series.

Her head tilts in towards Lois as they enter the upscale boutique and the Kryptonian is peering around with her lips pulled into a curious and thoughtful frown. "Alright, we both know I've got no style. I'm wearing a Riverdale hoodie for Cripes sake... so where are we headed, help me Lois Lane, you're my only hope!" It's amazing how just a few minutes with her friend can melt away all the crippling self doubt she was having.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois sighs again, less... angry, frustrated sigh, and more sweet, affectionate gust of breath. Lois doesn't rush Kara, letting her finish her food before guiding her into the store, lest they face the wrath of minimum wage clothing store employees.

And as for how Lois is going to help Kara? Well, it's instantaneous. Eyes sweep up and down Kara's body.

And almost without looking around she's reaching out to grab a pretty pink top with frilled sleeves. And that's just one of the pieces, as she's gathering up a solid armload of clothing.

"Trust me, we'll have you stylish as can be! ...Well, not /Super/ stylish..."

Eyes glint playfully, narrowing... is it a risk of slipping free her friend's secret identity? Of course not. But it's just enough to tease.

Supergirl has posed:
There's teasing and there's /evil/.

Kara squints and cuts her eyes towards Lois when she says something about /super/ stylish.. That or when she picks out a pink frilled top. Truly, both are terrifying notions, but she puts her faith in her friend to know style and also to not out her right in the middle of a department store! When she could write an article about it and probably get another Pulitzer.

Seriously, that's all that keeps Kara from peeing a little in surprise.

Lois is smarter than to waist a good story!

Her hands return to her hips, which jut out slightly and nod at the armload of clothes she's starting to collect for her. "Alright, I'm putting my social life in your hands, here Lois.. One day, I'm not saying today, but one day.. I'm going to want to go on a date with someone.. Don't have me looking like Doja Cat."

Lois Lane has posed:
As lois hands over clothing, because she's gathering up enough that carrying /herself/ would be able to handle. She sighs out and rolls her eyes, "Isn't that the cat that wants to know if it can have a cheeseburger?"

She's deadpan, apparently fully serious. Maybe she is, maybe she isn't, but those intent eyes are narrowing slightly. "oooh, really now? Well you're going to need some good clothing /and/ a wingwoman."

Lois nudges the Superest of girls towards the changing booths and clicks her tongue, "Here, no reds and blues for you. And I need 24 hours notice if you want me to be your wingwoman on some blind date or something. And I don't do space."

Supergirl has posed:
Well now Kara has to make a show of being burden by the weight of clothing, huffing as she takes the articles in both arms while Lois heaps more on and snaps her over towards the dressing rooms. "After you said you're going to take vengence on me?" The blonde asks with a teasing smirk over the top of the bundle, "I'm going to the bathroom and you're telling them about my granny panties." A scoff. Albeit one meant in good jest.

The Superest of Girls meanders towards teh changing station and sets everything down to start assembling a few outfits to model. Peering over the rim of her glasses, head bowed just so, "Alright, 24 hours it is. Obviously there's nobody I would trust to guide me through the turbulant dating landscape in ever changing social climate more than you."

With the door slowly closing, Kara keeps leaning sideways so she's got her blue eyes on Lois. Right up to and including when it's just the smallest little sliver of a gap. Once closed, she starts changing into one of the outfits.

Lois Lane has posed:
There's a snort and a broad grin from Lois... covered by that heap of clothing, so Kara has to use her X-Ray vision to see it... and the follow up raspberry Lois blows at her in defiance, "One shopping trip at a time, blondie! Clothes now, underwear..." She trails off for a second, "Sometime not now. We need to pace ourselves."

Lois plants herself in a chair just outside the door, legs crossing at the knee, leaning back and preparing to sit in judgment of Kara. But she's /confident/ they've got the makings of at least a few fine outfits.