9843/Bro Sleepover.

Bro Sleepover.
Date of Scene:	30 October 2019
Location:	Apartment 104
Synopsis:	Drake and Alex gets donuts.
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Zero-G

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Slipstream has posed:
It's the morning after a night of streaming and shotgunning energy drinks after a tussle with The Foot. Drake is slumped over his computer desk with his headphones hanging off to one side on his head. His stream is turned off, but Overwatch is still on at the menu screen. He's rank 1 again. SR 4895. One of the highest recorded in the last few years. He spent all night grinding on the hitscan ladder. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of black joggers, showing off the scars along his body from where he's been stabbed and shot and or set on fire throughout his adventures in heroism.

There is also a few other scars along his back that his father gave him. As if he was struck by something long and hard over and over again. A cane? Metal pipe? He even has a few tattoos on his shoulders. Overatch and Avenger symbols in bright and colorful ink.

With blackout curtains on the windows, who knows what time it is, as the sun won't be able to creep in, or allow visibility from the outside. That's more for his protection than anything.

Zero-G has posed:
Sleepover during the school week? That's liable to bite Alex in the ass in approximately three...two...

He gasps awake, and his head comes up way too fast. He gives a little, low groan and rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. Okay, whose bed is this? That is NOT a question he's accustomed to asking himself after a night out, and he makes a mental note to never have fun ever again. Reaching for his phone, he flicks on the screen and curses.

From Mama Power <insert heart emojis>: 'that's fine, just please try to be home before school'

Okay, that's not happening. Luckily, his first period is his free one (the only way he could survive midnight heroics), and if he doesn't dally around, he won't be late.

Exiting Drake's bedroom, the blonde looks for his shoes, realizes he's still in his costume, groans again, and prods Drake gently on the shoulder.

Slipstream has posed:
The poke to Drake's shoulder causes quite a reaction. His eyes snap open and he flings himself backwards in his bucket seat and gives a quick flash of blue light as he topples to the ground. Thank God he has on a wireless headset. He pops up to his feet quickly, taking a few moments to adjust to his surroundings, then slaps a hand over his face.

"Oh. Hey Alex." He says with a yawn, giving his scarred chest a scratching with his fingers. "What time is it?" He says as he stumbles over to his mini fridge to open it to snag an energy drink. He cracks it open, then takes a long slug from it before squinting a few more times.

"You want a Super Nitro? It's like twenty coffees and tastes like cotton candy." He throws back another chug.

"I forgot you crashed here. Sleep okay?" His bed is like sleeping on a cloud. Blizzard always took care of their people.

Zero-G has posed:
Pop, crash, bright light! Lovely things to wake up to. Alex holds still, eyes wide and tense. "Eight," He supplies, once Drake's on his feet again. "Why is it so dark in here? Is that for gaming, or are you paranoid?"

"Sure," He'll probably need it, after the night he's had. "It was nice. I didn't leave any blood on it, at all," Thanks Brainy! He glances at his bare shoulder (the upper half of his costume has been pulled down just over his hips), where his skin has replicated itself, and oh, right.

"Hey, do you have some clothes I could borrow for school," He gives Drake a once-over. "You're not -too- much bigger than me."

Slipstream has posed:
"Uh.. I've had.. issues with .. unwanted guests.. " Drake says as he rubs a hand over his face. "The Foot found my last place and tore my place apart and I think I left some of my liver on the carpet over there. So this is just a way to keep no one from seeing inside and getting the drop on me. But also, I tend to game until like.. now... and then I go to bed so I can stay up and patrol at night." He says with a loud yawn.

Taking another can out of the fridge, he holds it out to him with a lopsided smile. "Sorry for freaking out. Just not used to having someone wake me up ever since I moved out of the teamhouse. Usually Zapp would hit me with a pillow and Valk would pour water on me afterwards."

As he gives another knuckling to his eyes, he lets out a yawn. "Uh.. yeah, we're kinda the same size. Nice abs." He says with an amused grin as he bumps his shoulder to his before he plods to his room to open his closet. It's filled with Overwatch merch from a number of different years. He tugs out a solid black shirt and lobs it on to the bed, then pulls out a pair of slim blue jeans with destroy along the hips and knees. "You need socks? I got boxers or boxer briefs." He points to the bathroom. "Shower works."

Zero-G has posed:
The pains of having a public identity. "A squad of Z'Narx once snatched mi familia right in Central Park," Similar shenanigans took place in his apartment, as well, but that didn't make the news. "In broad daylight, too. If I could go back, I would've been more careful about keeping my two lives separate, but hey, hindsight's 20/20."

Briefly glancing at the label on the can, he takes a tentative sip...then another. He smacks his lips and gives an agreeable hum, "Yum."

"No socks, and you can keep the undies," He snerks. "I'm wearing my pajamas under this...or around this. Honestly, not sure how the dimensional pocket really works, but I just need - perfect." He takes the shirt and ripped jeans. Not his go-to, and his classmates might ask questions but they ALWAYS ask questions. Least it'll be about today's fashion statements.

Slipstream has posed:
"Dude, you are wearing pajamas? What are you, ten? Sleep naked bro." Drake says as he gives a yawn and a stretch. "One less step you gotta take before you fall into the shower. Socks also protect your feet from fungus. Dry socks save lives." Captain America rule number something or something.

He pulls out a pair of black torn jeans and a solid green t-shirt with a picture of Reinhardt's shield on it, then snatches some boxers and socks out."Soon as you're done dressing, I'm down for a donut run across the street." He says as he shambles out of the bedroom, hipping the door half shut behind him.

Zero-G has posed:
"Costume off," Alex mutters, and a golden ring of extradimensional pulses through his body and reveals, what do you know, pajamas. Red plaid shorts, a gray t-shirt, and socks. Nudity is pretty much a non-starter, which he explains with, "I don't sleep alone," but that phrasing might beg a FEW questions.

None of them, he answers, more focused on getting ready for the day. Shower time. He has a toothbrush with him and even dental floss...he'd carry around an extra outfit or two, but the cleaners in 'Elsewhere' never seem to know properly wash human clothes without proper instructions. When Drake leaves the room, he'd notice that the astronaut boots vanished, too. Kymellian tech is so weird!

Slipstream has posed:
"Get your own place! I could use a roomie." Drake calls over from the living room as he tugs his shirt on, then works out of his joggers to throw on his fresh boxers and socks, followed by his jeans. He buckles up and then snags a beanie to pop on his head, followd by his Overwatch bomber jacket.

"Though I may end up living on a space ship with the guys at this rate depending on how they want to go about doing things. You wanna live on a space ship?" He hops a few times as he tugs one shoe on, followed by the next. Black Adiddas sneakers.

Zero-G has posed:
Remember not to dally, Alex reminds himself, in his mother's voice too. He's in and out of the shower and comes out, toweling down. His face is ruddy from the steamy water, his hair still damp. "I'm only seventeen. Until the foreseeable future, I am at the mercy of my parent's living arrangements...which means a brother as a roommate."

He sits near the table, glancing around the flat. "Sides, you don't really have enough space for a permanent roomie," His mind travels, and his head going to the side. "And one would make sleeping nude more complicated, I'd imagine."

Meeting Drake's gaze again, he frowns. "I have a spaceship. I don't live there, because I have responsibilities down here."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh! I thought.. you were like my age.. like nineteen or something for some reason." Drake says with a laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. "Sides, if I was getting a roomie, I'd move out into at least a two bedroom. Also, when you live with ten other people who are on your team and you got time constraints, you sorta get used to seeing people naked as you fight for shower time. It's like the gym, except with way more wedgies and people pranking your shampoo bottles."

He tucks his hair a bit under his beanie as he checks himself out in a mirror, brows lifting up to give himself a once over. "Sides, I'm sorta desensitized to life. I've seen killer aliens, killer ninjas, Hulks, Thors, demons, city eating mushrooms. I don't think seeing people naked would phase me. That and I /am/ Californian." That probably speaks volumes to his candor.

"You ready for donuts or what?"

Zero-G has posed:
Alex just lifts a brow. It's not the first time he's been assumed to be older than he actually is, given he's prone to acting like a mini adult.

"Oh trust me, I know how that's like. One bathroom between four siblings. There's no such thing as privacy at my place," He looks around one more time, before discarding the towel in the bathroom and brushing his hair back with his hands. "I would probably have more room here, to be honest, but it would never fly with my folks."

"Ready when you are." He smiles then, broad and pleased.

Slipstream has posed:
"You'll be surprised what your parents will let you do if you're assetive enough and give them a solid plan. I think they appreciate common sense over quick dumb decisions. I never had parents, but I had a Captain America and a Tony Stark who were kinda like .. big brotherly dads to me. They always said to make a plan that was sound, then execute the plan, then evaluate the plan." Drake says as he opens the door, complaining as the sunlight comes through and hits him square in the face. "It buuuurrrrrns!" He complains as he rubs at his eyes, wandering out into it.

"But, if you ever do get a chance to branch out and get a roomie, look me up. You're awesome, dude. I want to do more super hero teamups and get the shit beat out of me by ninjas or second graders." He jokes as he gives a long stretch, drinking in that delicous New York City smog hair.

Zero-G has posed:
"Will do," Alex says sincerely. "And even if we're not living together, hanging out with you and 'the Chat' was fun. A little wild. Don't think anyone's ever been THAT concerned about my dry, dry love life." Non-existent, really. "I could come over again! Probably best to wait for the weekends, though. Do you have any console games, or are you all PC?

"Ninjas beating you up is a common occurrence?" says Alex, with a wry smile. He is less enthusiastic about the crisp, fall morning, mostly because it reminds him that he has to be at school at some point. And that he should've brought a coat.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I got console games. I have /every console/ in the last fifteen years in my closet. My TV hooks up to all of them. I buy them used and fix 'em up. But I mostly play PC just because it's a great rig and I don't have to rearrange the setup. But if you want to pop over and stream with me more, I'm down. Chat is always interested in gossip. They're dumb and bored. It's what makes them fun. They just do it to get a reaction. It's like a huge family."

Ninjas definitely beat me up on the daily but that's because I keep pissing 'em off. They're like hornets. Look, The Foot is a huge worldwide organization and recently they just took over eight of the major gangs here in New York. They also got deep into the police, and from what I heard, possibly Shield. This isn't a bunch of pajama wearing nerds with swords. These guys are the real deal." Drake drops his voice a bit lower so it's between the two of them.

"That's why I was really.. hesitant about having you hang out with me. I like you, a lot. I just don't want to see you or your family hurt. They are twenty layers deep of an evil onion. Hell, your gardner may work for them. I've started to become paranoid because of it. I've barely got out with my life a few times." He glances over at him, notices his goosebumpy arms, then shrugs out of his jacket and hands it over. "Here, I have a few of these. Brag to your friends or something." He grins. "These are internal jackets, not sold in retail."

Zero-G has posed:
"I don't think I could entertain them for any extended period of time," Alex shakes his head. "My last girlfriend dumped me in junior high, after I stood her up for the second time. I had a perfectly valid reason, but it wasn't fair for me to keep stringing her along when I would always have bigger priorities that she just couldn't apart of. We're still friends."

Somehow. It's very Alex to find a way to still be cordial with his ex-teenage love affair. He doesn't even look that broken up about it. "That's intense. When I was younger, I used to think I could solve crime in this city if I just kept at," That ended up as great as it sounds. "Gangs are persistent. If you ever need help, you have my number." He offers, more than willing to take a few more hits for a righteous cause.

The offer of a jacket is a surprise, and he stares at it for a bit. It's not every day that he's on the receiving end of chivalry. "Thanks," He accepts it, though. "I'll wash everything and get it back to you."

Slipstream has posed:
"I dated a Green Lantern and she cheated on me with a God, and then I dated a Foot Soldier and she.. uh.. did some .. bad things and bailed on me a few times and we finally just called it quits, because, it only takes ten tries for me to wise up." Drake scoffs out a laugh. "But she still gives me intel on the downlow, which is how I got the information on the warehouse."

"Us superhero types just don't have a good track record with romance, you know? Oh well. At least we're hot, right?" Well, he's rather average. "You though! Don't you got posters and merchandise and stuff?" He asks curiously. "Your whole family is famous."

Waving off the offer to return it, he laughs. "You can keep the clothes, dude. It's cool. I have sooooo much merch and I really don't have a great fashion sense. I just throw whatever on and sit in a bucket seat all day."

Zero-G has posed:
Eyes widening again, Alex shrugs, "I guess not. I thought it would work better with two heroes. Less deception, and more common ground," He didn't account for cheating deities and reformed ninjas, and just waves off the compliment on his appearance with a snort, "Me? No way."

"The posters and merch were ALL Jack's idea, and I have yet to see a penny of that profit," He explains rather firmly, as they reach the donut place. Speaking of money, he goes to fish out his wallet...only he isn't wearing his own pants. Gah, morning afters suck!

Slipstream has posed:
"Uh.. I think it probably does work.. maybe? I'm /hardly/ a superhero that is of the desirable type you know what I mean? Let's do a role play. You're Wonder Woman, right? She's /amazing/. Super hot. Super Strong. Amazonian. Now, I ask you out on a date and things go okay for one night, you humor me, but then /Superman/ swings out of the sky, red cape and blue spandex and muscles popping and asks you out. You going to hook up with me a second time, or are you gonna forget my name and kick it with ol' blue eyes?" Drake says with a grin. "Easy answer my dude. You're gonna be hooking up with Supes. It's like high school. Jocks will always get the hot girl."

"And don't sell yourself short, Alex. You're good looking. Got an All American Boy about you. Got abs. Blonde hair. Great personality. Cool superpower. You'll be fine." He swings his hand into his pocket to tug out his wallet and starts fishing out some bills. He was going to pay anyways.

"Kick your brother's ass and tell him to pony up the cash my dude. That or tell your mom. Get him grounded."

Zero-G has posed:
"Hey, you have nice eyes too," Alex rolls his own. "I don't know anything about Wonder Woman's tastes in men, but I do know that a lot of people aren't that shallow."

"You're a sweetheart, too." He teases, watching Drake foot the bill. It may just be donuts, but he reminds himself to return the favor one of these days.

Slipstream has posed:
There is a grin upon Drake's face as he hears the compliments, giving him a glance over. He fishes the bills across the counter once they order their donuts. "Well, maybe I just have low expectations of myself. I'm still working on the esteem stuff."

Bumping his shoulder against his, he ponders for a few moments, then gives a shake of his head as he softly laughs. "So are you. I need to take off and meet up with Lar and Brainy, but this was a fun time. Call me later tonight, let me know you're okay. School and getting home. No ninjas." With that, he pops a donuthole into his mouth and blinks out the door with a flash, followed by a couple more down the street as he scoots along.