calm before the - wait, what? [open]

[sharpes]

Characters: Brandon Sharpe and ~open~
Location: All over the place during the Storm System This is forward-dated a little to accommodate various timelines whoops!
Situation: Brandon is giving that Big Damn Hero thing a try. He's about ten shades of not sure if want.
Warnings/Rating: Brandon's attitude.
Notes: Not really anything. Fly at, have fun. PM me if you wanna hash out something a little more structured.





[So, maybe storms aren't the usual superhero fare, but Brandon wouldn't exactly be up for facing anything more threatening than the Condiment King (whoops, DC crossover) on a bad day at the moment. Between missing his team, the dead bodies on the altar, losing his shit for a week and all the really hard conversations he's had with Steph? He's sort of feeling the aster.

But when you're somebody that controls lightning, a little bad weather really can't get you down.

So maybe his suit's soaked and chafing in all the wrong places, but Brandon is out and about, helping people get to safety (still sort of weird) and diverting lightning strikes when he's in the area (less weird) and generally trying not to live up to Pym's expectations.

For which you can totally thank Stephanie Brown.]

Comments

[sharpes]

[oh god Tommy why are you sitting next to him there are other places to sit asshole why--]

It's a superhero thing.

[And then he just gives Steph a Look. He's grateful in a way, it saves him from having to look at Tommy.]

I will electrocute both of you if you even try.

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy snorts at the mention of grace, grinning up at Steph.]

You can't be serious, right?

[controlledvariable]

I might be, but I don't really want to risk electrocution.

[No, no she's not serious. She's also well aware Brandon wouldn't actually electrocute her (Tommy, maybe, still. But not her)]

[sharpes]

[He wiggles his fingers in her direction, lightning crackling between them as he does, and then sits back in his chair with one arm casually draped over the back.]

Wow, so, this feels like a sitcom. The speedster and the dude who can manipulate lightning walk into a bar...

[he gestures to Tommy who should obviously continue this story.]

[crotcharrow]

[He rolls his eyes at Brandon]

Do you listen to yourself? [BECAUSE REALLY a sitcom.]

Anyway, I'd be in the bar already, you'd be trailing behind me. Duh.

[controlledvariable]

[She sticks her tongue out at the crackling lightning, because she's an adult]

Neither of you are old enough to be in a bar. And anyway, I'm pretty sure if it was any sort of show it'd be one of those crappy teen dramas.

[THAT SHE SECRETLY LOVES DON'T TELL ANYONE]

Like Gossip Girl with superpowers. [alarming or awesome; she can't decide]

[sharpes]

Depends on the bar. Redneck watering hole, maybe. The Viper Room? It'd be the other way around, Shepherd.

[Yep.]

And hey you can get into a club when you're underage. You just have to know the right people.

[Like he does. Because trololo.

And then Steph mentions Gossip Girl and he just grins.]

You do have that whole Blake Lively thing going on. You're prettier, though.

[crotcharrow]

[He gives Brandon a look.] If anyone's parents are cousins here, it's yours.

[And then he turns back to Steph.] Yeah, seriously, you say that like getting into bars is hard.

[controlledvariable]

Tommy. [It's a gentle reproach in response to the "cousins" thing]

[The comment about Blake Lively earns Brandon a smile, but she doesn't respond other than that]

Let me pretend that you're both responsible people who don't illegally get into bars.

[because she was the paragon of virtue when she was younger, clearly]

[sharpes]

Hey, it's not illegal to get into clubs. Some places just make you wear bracelets.

[HE KNOWS THESE THINGS OKAY...]

[crotcharrow]

Sucks to be you if they don't sell you booze 'cause of the bracelets.

[controlledvariable]

[Steph is just going to shake her head]

True. [about the bracelets, and because she's pretty sure Tommy is right about the fact you can't buy alcohol if you have one] But what's the point of going to a bar if you can't drink? [a beat] I've honestly never actually figured out how underage guys got into bars? My method was always low cut tops.

[what]

[sharpes]

It's not about what you wear, it's about who you know.

[That's said with a bit of a suggestive raise of one eyebrow. When you're rubbing shoulders with Lindsay Lohan, who needs to be legal?]

Oh, you know. Dancing. Partying. There's a lot more that goes on at a club than just drinking, Steph.

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy smirks.]

It helps if you're with someone with a low cut top. [Not that he's against wearing them either. But Kate was good at getting you into places like that. Especially when she had the extra help of oodles of money.]

Grinding's pretty fun.

[controlledvariable]

We can't all be famous.

[Tommy's comment gets a grin] Yes, it is, but I've always enjoyed dancing more at places that weren't clubs.

[In fairness, she hasn't gone to a lot of great clubs]

[sharpes]

[Good thing he's got a mouthful of food at the moment, it stops him from having to contribute directly to the conversation while he figures out a reply.]

Dance studio?

[So he doesn't have to think about Tommy doing grinding of any sort. Or Steph for that matter. UGH BRAIN WHY DO YOU SUCK.]

[crotcharrow]

[He smirks right back at Steph, because unlike Brandon, thinking about Steph grinding is exactly what he intends on doing.]

Exotic?

[Just because he likes to push things.]

[controlledvariable]

You wish. [That's directed at Tommy, with the added bonus of a look that translates to I know exactly what you're thinking.

To Brandon's question, she shrugs] I never really got into proper dance, I meant like, at house parties and that sorta thing. The clubs I went to were always kind of skeevy, and unlike at house parties, they'll throw you out if you break someone's fingers.

[Potentially a joke, most likely true]

[sharpes]

[Yeah well fuck you too, Shepherd.]

Only if you don't do it right. Come on.

[crotcharrow]

[He laughs at the look, Steph and then starts eating because the food is going cold and he's actually pretty damn starving. And shutting himself up is probably the best way to stop himself from getting zapped.]

Dancing in clubs is easy. All you to is just grind up against someone and that's it, not exactly hard. [He shovels in another mouthful.]

--This is really good.

[controlledvariable]

Sometimes it is. [She says it straight after Tommy says "hard", and combined with her smirk, it's pretty clear what she's talking about.

Steph is terrible, news at 11

But she does give a bit more of a genuine smile at his last comment] I'm glad, there should be enough for seconds if you want.

[She sort of just automatically made a lot, because Tommy, and because she can leave it as leftovers for Brandon.]

[sharpes]

More info than I wanted there, Shepherd.

[He chews thoughtfully. Swallows.]

You can stay, though.

[That last bit's to Steph. He winks.]

[crotcharrow]

[He has to stop himself from snorting his food through his nose when Steph comments and it takes him a moment to stop himself from choking too. He does laugh though and shrugs at Brandon.]

You say that like you don't do it.

[And then he goes back to his food.] Seriously. If I didn't have Teddy the master chef, I'd be stealing you to cook everything, Steph.

[controlledvariable]

[Oh, she can stay, can she? She raises an eyebrow at Brandon, trying not to laugh]

Thank goodness, I was worried you were gonna kick me out.

[She makes a face at Tommy, amusement hidden under feigned annoyance] You could try.

[She will not be stolen, nor will she be anyone's personal cook]

[sharpes]

Maybe later.

[Yep teasing. And then he turns to Tommy with a bit of a scowl.]

Try it. I'd fry you.

[Typical male posturing, whoops.]