Coke and Cocktails [MIA]

The image of a hero in the comic books didn't really tend to lend itself to spending a night at a bar and drinking away the night...well unless your name was Logan, but all the same it just wasn't something a Pro hero might have been known for, but ofr Mia it was as good a way as any to spend a night. With her size and muscle mass she was naturally resistant to the intoxicating effects, but a good few drinks in and she could get a nice, sustained buzz going through her. It was way harder for her to slip into outright tipsy, and oddly enough with this much of it in her system it lasted longer too, especially if she kept casually sipping on a drink throughout the night.

Sitting at the bar itself as she'd been loading up in drinks, one of the bartenders gave her an astonished look as they registered just how much she'd drank despite the calm, cool, collected look on her face, sipping from the next drink to fill her hand. Tonight she could relax and look forward to a day off tommorrow. She was wearing a more casual, and notably masculine outfit than the woman in red wandering over to their booth behind her, the Texas born hero fitting the stereotype  somewhat wearing an open plad shirt and some comfortable if somewhat scuffed up jeans. Definitely going against the air of a majority of the establishment's women, especially given her size. Now not in the midst of battle, Mia was hardly displaying her full size. Her muscles were at a firm level of tonage rather than the beefy babe or the outright monster she could turn into when hopped up on a battle frenzy, and from that alone, she stood out amongst the crowd, no pun intended given her height.

She had her buzz on now though, and started looking for a more fulfilling evening. If she just wanted a 'lay' Mia wouldn't have a hard time. She knew how to pick her targets easily enough in that regard, but Mia...well firstly she always liked a challenge, and secondly she always liked the classier looking women, and they weren't usually so easy to begin with. Or for the most part so gay or at the very least 'open minded'. Still, spotting a women in a very nice looking red dress, Mia felt she had a target for a good night and strolled across the bar, a tall glass in their hand and a confidence to their stride, leaning over the back of the woman's booth seat as she rested her elbow carefully upon it without bothering their head.

"'Scuse me miss, you mind if I steal the a seat at your table?" She offered a faintly sly smile, tipping up her head with a bright smile, glancing the woman up and down. The eyepatch did catch her attention even through her hair, but hey, Mia had a red horn coming out of her forehead, how could she ever judge?

In truth Mia didn't recognize this woman in the slightest. She may have seen her face in passing. Some meeting with the police where they displayed the pictures of the bigger players in the area in terms of crime, but Mia's memory for a brief glimpse of a photo wasn't going to be the strongest. Really it was equally likely that she'd just never seen an image of her whatsoever, it was actually more likely, but even if it had come up Mia certainly didn't remember. Right now all she saw before her was a rather elegant looking woman who, especially from the confidence in her words and the way she threw back that drink, was definitely Mia's type. While the flicker of their tongue on the woman's own lips had been quick and sharp, while not to the point of being lewd or gross Mia's own tongue took a faintly longer drip across her own lips as the seat beside the other woman was offered to her, raising a finger to say she'd be just a second as she turned her head about, catching one of the passing servers and grasping their shoulder, firmly but not too rude in nature.

"'Scuse me mate, two serving's of whiskey for me and-" She'd let the woman have a chance to give her name as Mia reached into her pocket for her money, catching a bit more than she expected and smirking a little as she slipped a fair wad into the pocket of the server. "Actually just bring us a bottle and a set of glasses. I got a good feeling here.~" That last part was a bit too quiet for Nori to catch, but regardless she'd left them with enough for the whiskey and a sizeable tip to make sure they got the drink fast. Sliding down into the booth beside the other woman. The tall drink was still infront of her of course, but much like Nori had, she lifted it, gave her a wink, and just tipped her head back. The thicker taste of a stiff beer flowing down her tongue and easily into her throat, Mia drinking it with such ease you'd almost thing it was apple juice or the like, letting out a satisfied breath through her nose as she tapped the foamy glass off towards the middle of the table.

"So, while we wait for your drink, maybe you can do me a pleasure and tell me what a beauty like you is doing here?~ I mean I ain't exactly complainin' I'm kinda just looking for another excuse to watch those sweet red lips of yours.~" If Nori began to talk, Mia would smirk and purposely dip her eyes down to the woman's lips, only for a few seconds but long enough for it to be a well recieved joke before meeting her gaze again, laying her elbow on the back of the booth couch, her cheek resting into her palm and watching the other woman with a calm and confident expression.

(in advance, sorry for my likely poor flirting)

“Nori huh?” She smirked a little, just testing how it felt on her tongue as it rolled along it and out into the air. Mia had her own sense of charm and was perhaps not the most conventional of charmers, but she did alright for herself and already it seemed she’d picked a good target. Sometimes she liked the classier looking women because they were a challenge, but it was always a delight to find one who sounded like they were as down for a good time as she was, and this woman here was not giving any signs that such was not the case for her, bringing a stronger smirk from the monstrous blonde as she loomed over the other woman a little, even as they each sat on the booth couch.

She watched as the other woman’s gaze fell down her body, perhaps not the easiest thing to display in her comfortable, casual attire, but even then some hints of her size and her definition could be found in the floor places her skin became exposed, like a bit of her stomache when she shifted to get comfortable for a brief moment, or her arms when the loose sleeves of her plaid shirt rolled up. Ultimately she just wasn’t her usual monstrous self, but even fully calm, the blonde had a fair chunk of muscle to make up her general presence.

Oh wow, was that purposeful? She certainly didn’t seem to be too subtle in her own flirting, but also exceptionally subtle. Obvious, yet could easily be brushed off as something else. Mia already had her attention stolen by this raven haired woman as she listened to the words flow off her lips with an almost devious little smirk of her own, meeting her gaze, or gazing to her lips here or there, enjoying how slick and shiny they looked, though making sure not to get too enraptured given they’d only just approached eachother, and not too many things could be a bigger turn off than a feeling of rushing ‘the game’. “Well, you certainly picked a good place to de-stress I’ll give ya that, though even then, a girl like you looks like the type to enjoy a fine glass of wine more than a firm glass of whiskey. Not that I’m complainin’ m’self of course, definitely more up my alley.~”

At the comment of being recognized, but not quite placing their name, Mia rolled her eyes and leaned back into her seat, resting her arms along the back of the couch and letting out a sigh. “Ya know my PR team has the easiest job in the world and they still can’t get my name in people’s heads.” She smirked cheekily, lifting a finger and tapping the side of her prominent red horn. “RedHorn to the general public. Hopeful number one once they sort out their ranking system for the heroes.” Despite the fact she wasn’t the number one yet, she still held a sense of pride in all the work she’d put in towards becoming number one, and she felt pretty self assured that that was where she’d end up when it all came to light.

Still, heroes where a relatively new concept. Couldn’t put all the blame on what few people she hat working on her promotion and PR as a hero. Heck most of it was just her own work, she only worked with PR people when some bad news slipped out about her, and she had someone she trained with on how to better deal with vulnerable victims of a traumatic accident, given how terrible she could be when trying to ‘be gentle’ tending to over-correct.

Regardless, she was relaxing now, not thinking about work, idly scratching her cheek as she continued- “Though if you want something a bit more personal, ya can call me Mia. Mia Kearney.” She bowed her head, lifting her hands along the back of the couch in a ‘presenting’ manner before sitting more comfortably with the warm smirk on her lips, glancing across as the waiter hurried back with their bottle thanks to the hefty tip Mia had delivered, leaving the blonde to pull the glasses from the tray, laying them down and tugging off the glass stopper at the top of the bottle, pouring them each a modest serving of whiskey before lifting her glass to the other woman.

“Cheers.”

She’d take the whiskey back and easily let the whole serving’s worth pour down the back of her throat like one might drink a warm cup of tea, so smooth flowing down her accustomed throat and quickly pouring herself another serving to enjoy more casually, and the other woman should she need a refill. She scoffed at the idea of only coming here for her lips and tipped her eyes to the bar. “Nah, sometimes a girl just needs a drink ya know?” She shrugged fairly casually before lifting her fresh glass to take a casual sip. “Though sometimes you can come across a fine little surprise such as yourself, and, well, I’m never gonna be one to complain about something like that.~” She leaned a little closer like a sly little grin, and glanced down the other woman’s body as she thought for a moment.

“Though…if you’re asking what brought me to you…~” She took another look up and down the woman. In truth, while she was pretty, there was nothing particularly that stood out about her. Her ‘torso’ was decently sized and seemed pretty perky through the dress, her waistline was slime but her curves not exaggerated. Definitely a very attractive woman, but Mia took a second longer with her sip in her mouth before opening her mouth to speak again, smirking nice and wide. “Well…a good set of legs can always grab my attention.~” She spoke, hinting at the nature of her dress helping to display them. She’d seen nicer, more shapely thighs and longer legs in general, but Mia felt it was fair enough to say this girl had a nice set.~

Mia was borderline enthralled. This girl didn’t exactly fit her self declared preferances but the way a purr rolled off her tongue or the way she seemed to match her flirting with more subtle and refined words of her own had Mia almost on her hook, though the blonde always insisted to herself she was never easy to manipulate. Even so eager to try and engaged with this woman before her she wasn’t going to be completely under her spell any time soon, and the two could do their little dance a while longer.

“Oh I can definitely get behind that.” She spoke, actually missing the subtleties of her words and the hidden meaning behind them, genuinely thinking they were just speaking about drinks as she continued. “Personally I just drink to get a light buzz going. A tall beer, a stiff whisky, a burning scotch, or if I’m feeling something a little more fruity, a bottle of whine. To me it’s all the same but a nice cool beer is usually my go to. Nothing can beat the refreshing coolness of a well served beer ya know?” She might kick herself later when she realized she missed the analogy, her a strong drink, this woman a classy wine, but right now she genuinely continued to believe they were just talking about normal drinks.

Unluckily for the red horned Oni, Mia was unaware just how much she might be spilling, and of course to whom. As far as she was aware this was just a beautiful woman in a nice dress with an oddly mysterious vibe to her that Mia just pinned down to the eyepatch she was wearing, but the blonde herself was glad to share, unaware this was a villain and a criminal before her. She’d happily share to anyone really, her ego and her boastfulness, her eagerness to display herself with pride, all were flaws of her character she could readily admit. The issue somewhat arose when she didn’t have the information to realize just how bad these flaws where in the presence of someone like the woman before her. At the very least, she seemed interested, and that brought Mia a sense of satisfaction and delight at the very least.

Mia quirked her brow at the idea of her name being cute and vulnerable, scoffing a little and shaking her head. She always felt it was short and sweet, had a nice punch to it, but maybe that was just her. Then again her parents did kind of expect her to end a bit more like her mother than her dad before her quirk really started to show itself, so it made sense that she’d have a softer name like her mothers, at least in the eyes of others. “Oi you, don’t go callin’ my name cute, or I’m gonna have you callin’ me Red Horn for the rest of the night as punishment.” She stuck out her tongue teasingly for a moment before taking note of the comment about touching her horn, scoffing a little. “What is it with girls and the horn.” She idly commented, rolling her eyes off to the side. She dipped her head low for a moment, inviting the woman to touch it if she wan ted to, though careful to offer the Red side rather than the side with her yellow scar, the nerves in the scar tending to ignite like fire from the wrong touch, and she’d stop the woman if she did go to touch it.

As far as the comment about giving out her name, Mia dismissed it readily with just a soft chuckle, shaking her head and getting comfortable. A light blush hit her cheeks from the hand on her leg, registering it stopped as the drinks arrived and shooting her a sly glance. “Oh don’t worry honey. As special as you are to have my company tonight, I give out my real name pretty readily.” She smirked and added- “I mean heroes need secret identities in the comic books, sure, but these days all someone needs to do is google my hero name and boom, they’ll have a wiki entry with my real name and everything.” She winked as she stuck out her tongue playfully. “Really lass, ain’t no big deal. Sorry to disappoint ya though. I’d be more than happy to make ya feel special later tonight if things go well…~”

Even with their shared space Mia was a little slow to catch on to the heat of the other woman, but given her cool and calm demeanor, when Mia’s thick skin finally caught on she simply assumed a quirk was at play given how well they seemed to be beyond their body temperature, and Mia kind of enjoying the unique sensation the warmth created when touching her skin, or even just feeling the warmth through her clothes like when the woman brushed her fingers against her shoulder, smirking across to her and wondering if she was aware of the unique sensations her natural warmth might bring to her touch. She subtly licked her lips as her eyes drifted down the other woman, who, from the subtle ways she emphasized her figure as Mia’s eyes fell down her body, clearly was nowhere close to this being her ‘first rodeo’ and had played this game and danced this dance many a time before. Not that Mia minded. She appreciated experience.~

Eyes flowing down to those shifting legs as the question was asked Mia’s mind admittedly glazed over somewhat, the words still reaching her ears but faintly muiffled, though she played it to her advantage as she finally met the other woman’s gaze again and smirked with a cheeky comment of “Sorry, you say something there hot stuff?~”Despite her admittance she had been distracted she played it with sheer confidence and pride about it in this given moment, gently biting her lip as she tried to find another key element of the woman’s body to appreciate and openly compliment. Mia tended to find pleasure most in pleasing a partner or a lover, so she was more than eager to offer another compliment if the other woman shared an ego like her own.

The idea of protecting her may have also gotten Mia’s own hero side riled up a bit, revving her motor so to speak as she pictured this fine beauty a bit closer to a damsel in distress.

“Well…” She began leaning over her a little as she carefully poured her another drink, though looking solely in her eyes, resisting any flinch or jolt at the subtle sensations of the other woman teasing her under the table with her un-heeled foot. “I definitely like your confidence, your forwardness…and either you handle your drink very well, or you are a very interesting drunk.~” She smirked even wider, her tusks subtly revealing themselves as she eased the filled glass into the other woman’s hand. “Not to be rude, but you always this easy? Or am I just lookin’ that good tonight?~”

Certainly enjoying even just the conversation with this woman, Mia wouldn’t be TOO disappointed if nothing came of their engagement here tonight, though of course if something did come of it then all the better, she just wouldn’t push her luck too far if it seemed like things could be promising without such a push. She seemed pretty interesting and the playful banter between them was enough to keep the blonde engaged…though the more the talked the more she was eager to push that border, feeling the classy looking woman before her had probably drank a fair bit more than she’d expected before she came over. She’d have to be careful not to take advantage of that, while still getting a little bit of fun out of the matter…
With the horn offered forward, Mia…well she didn’t see it as a mood killer, but suffice to say it did nothing for her. She found it a bit cute how the woman seemed surprised it was offered and bothered to take off her gloves, but beyond that, nothing. Mia actually had very minimal sensation in her horn except for where the scar was exposing the unique raw nerves of her horn from her past battle. She let out a soft sigh through her nose, closing her eyes, feeling pretty much nothing in this rough, hard part of her structure that acted as very little aid to her. Couldn’t exactly impale criminals on it if you wanted to be a hero afterall. “I dunno. Sometimes I open a beer with it but other than that you ain’t gonna get much out of it.” She smirked, making a light joke at her own expense, though she did definitely do that sometimes. “Really though it mostly acts as like…a power meter? When I’m in a fight I bulk up the more hyped and adrenaline pumping I get. My horn can also get bigger during the fight, but even then, you can probably tell from all the bulging muscles rather than needing to look at my horn.~” She pulled back with a smirk, fixing her hair from where it fell when she leaned forward. “A lot of girls seem to like it though. Dunno why. Think it’s just the whole monster girl thing being popular in japan lately…not so bad I guess. Nerdy girls can be really…’appreciative’.~” She smirked, flashing a cheeky wink.

Mia couldn’t fully restrain a chuckle as the woman teased her about some odd little fantasy, a part of her curious if she was really just a little too drunk to come up with that or if it was indeed the classy tease she felt it was intended to be. When the other woman chuckled at being potentially called ‘easy’ however she chuckled in turn too. She was glad she wasn’t offended at least, she wasn’t exactly ‘hard to get’ herself in most situations, so why not take some pride in that? She just slipped more comrfortably into her seat, resting her cheek on her palm as her elbow propped on the back of the booth seat, listening to the other woman’s words, idly watching her lips with a wanting gaze.

“Well, I’m certainly not against my reputation working in my favour, and you’re certainly giving me just enough of a chase for this to be fun.” She smirked, leaning over her a little more starting to get a little eager, one of her hands taking the side of her waist and gently squeezing as she rubbed up and down the subtle curves of her figure, meeting her eyes again and not bothering to hide a more overt mover such as this, especially given how ‘flirty’ she was still being under the table. “Oh yeah, seeking ‘company’ is my bread and butter. Almost can’t relax of a weekend if I don’t see a beautiful woman eating the breakfast I cooked her of a Saturday.” She smirked a little teasingly but had pride in the honesty of her words. She could get by without such a view sure, but it was always immensely satisfying to experience.

At the request of a photo, her grin only grew and she dipped her head for a quick nod. “Sure, why not? I mean, you do know you’ll have to text me a copy if I end up lookin good.~”

Adjusting herself to lean into the other woman a bit, while they went for sensual, Mia rested an arm about their shoulder and leaned in while still facing the camera with a bright smile, though with the guiding motion to look at the other woman, she held a cheeky smirk on her lips, seeing her lean in for a kiss. Though, as she did, even as Mia leaned back, she lifted her hand up against the camera of the phone, blocking it with her sizeable palm before the flash and gently clasping a hand over the phone as they continued the kiss, not expecting her to record but just incase she planned on taking any further pictures. She’d fully enjoy the kiss if Nori still allowed it, showing skill in the motions of the kiss, easing to a slow stop as she pulled the phone back down between them, offering it back as the kiss broke, not noticing the record symbol on the screen. “Sorry hun. I’ll go for a selfie again if ya like, but I can’t have pictures of me kissing every beautiful girl I see flying about. Hero image and all ya know?” She offered a soft smile, hoping she didn’t offend with the lack of trust in the stranger. It was really just a PR thing. Couldn’t have her being bashed by the press or whatever for being a sloozy or whatever term they used these days. Not that she minded personally, but she had a goal of being number one, and to some extent she had to ‘play the game’ to do so. Nothing personal Nori. You’re lips were almost worth the risk.

“Mmm. Like you wouldn’t believe.” She replied with a somewhat tired tone and a light roll of her eyes, nothing much more to say in regards to her horn. As much as she took odd pride in her mutation, girls’ obsession with it was a little hard to be enthused about or get behind. Still, it got her attention, female attention at that, so she couldn’t complain, and if a guy ever tried to intimidate her, the horn helped her be that much more imposing back in the face of them. Came in handy a lot back in America back when she was a lot more…overt, tending to ‘turn’ a few girls with unsatisfying boyfriends and having to stare those boyfriends down when they accused her of some outrageous things. All she did was show the girls a good night, but thanks to being a quirker, the worst got assumed, like she had some weird magic power to turn people gay! Heck she practically did but that was beyond the point. Still she eased back away, rubbing the un-scarred side of her horn to sort of brush off any lingering, borderline numb sensations that may bother her from the delicate touch of the woman’s hand. “I don’t get it but…not like I’m getting rid of my horn any time soon.~”

At the comment about taking care of her partners, her smile perked right back up with a strong sense of pride, leaning over the other woman and firmly squeezing the top of her thigh resting over the other leg. “Oh like you wouldn’t believe. I like to make sure they leave without any itches left to scratch…if that also leaves them craving a little more though that’s hardly my fault. As for the fine tastes…~” She tipped the other woman’s chin up and smirked. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve got a very broad palette…but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to eat a refined meal when it’s served up on my plate…~” She wasn’t toooo sure if she was running with a metaphor there or not. If Nori had been referring to her taste in women, she did have a pretty broad palette even if she had a preference, but food? Fancy meals were just not her thing, but she could put on a polite face if, for whatever reason, she was taken somewhere fancy.~

As the two kissed, she hadn’t even realized the true intent behind the recording but was glad she caught it all the same. Kids looked up to her now, so her private life had to stay just that little bit more private ya know? The attempt to film her didn’t deter her however, fully engaged with the other woman and kissing her deeply, her own breathing a lot easier than hers. No offense to Nori but she felt even without her quirk and her increased stamina, she just had a lot more experience than even this sensual little minx. Hard to tell, but she felt it was a fair guess.~ Especially with her breathing so hard after. “You okay there babe?~ Need a breather?~”

She nodded with the request for a normal photo, leaning into the other girl a little, a smile on her lips and two fingers against her forehead, the start of a salute she often gave when she was arriving on the scene or about to dart off after a job well done. Plus it was generally just a cool/cute little pose to make for a quick pic for the girl to keep, resting back a little once the picture was taken, relaxing a lot more now that it was clear the two of them were moving forward in a pleasant direction. “A class girl?” She asked, wondering if she meant classy, or if she was someone who got turned on by rank and popularity, not that she minded of course, it just boosted her ego further. “Oh, no, not far at all. I could pick you up and it’d be a hop skip and a jump away…well, for me.~” She winked, hinting at her hulk-like style of movement when she really wanted to get going. “I live in an apartment floor above my offices. I used to have a maid and a tenant buuut…” She traced a fingertip up along the woman’s cleavage and under her chin as she gazed into her eyes. “Just me now…all alone…lovin’ a bit o’ company…~”

At the request to kiss her, Mia’s lips curled into a smile and she leaned in to take her lips again, hooking a hand under the bottom of her two legs and pulling the woman up onto her lap as they kissed, and then up into the air as she stood from the table. Love wasn’t too easy for her to express, but desire was definitely on the table. By now she didn’t feel she needed to ask if they were leaving together, and grasped the neck of their drink bottle while supporting Nori with a hand under her rear as they left the bar, still locked lips, Mia happy to, and capable of, carrying this fine woman all the way home.~

(We can stop here or skip to the next morning? Or heck even arriving at Mia’s apartment if you like)

If they arrived at Mia’s apartment, the other woman would be greeted to an office space common for heroes these days after a long elevator ride up, and a quick guide to the stairs in the back, leading to Mia’s…well it was a nice, but poorly managed apartment. Not slob central, but a few loose articles of clothing here or there…some clearly not Mia’s size.

When the woman she’d shared the night with awoke, she’d find herself in a rather hefty…well off the top of her head Mia didn’t know what the name for her bed size was but it was the biggest she could find with a very durable bed frame. Not just for nights like this but also just generally because she was a large, weighty woman, especially if she just let herself fall into it after a long day of work patrolling the city, with her muscles tense and her weight pretty solid, all that coupled with her exhaustion and inability or lack of want to control her fall…suffice to say she broke a fair few beds back in America from that alone…some from nights like this too but that was a totally separate issue, and if anything she was oddly disappointed her bed was so durable here that she hadn’t managed to break it yet from stuff like that.

Anyway, back to the woman at hand, she’d find herself alone in the bed. Mia, easily able to shrug off a night of drinking and a night of…exertion, was awake long before the other woman. During the tipsy night before, she hadn’t fully registered how her body always felt like it had a full body fever, though as she looked over her naked companion and gently brushed her hands over her, she started to notice. She wasn’t all that tipsy last night not to register it at all, but she’d though the woman was getting warm for…well, other reasons, to say the least, so feeling her this morning, and the scars she noticed on her body, the blonde was easily a little worried…still, she wouldn’t disturb her sleep, so getting up from the bed she through on a tank top and some boxers (they didn’t exactly make nice panties in her size, and they weren’t her style anyway) and headed off to the kitchen.

Making breakfast for her one night stands was honestly a small ritual of hers she absolutely loved. She took pride in making her companions experience a blissful night and leaving them with some good fuel in the morning. She wanted to make sure they didn’t regret the night they spent in any way, and if anything might come back for a little more. She’d always make it clear of course that she wasn’t the relationship type if they came back, but all the same it was a pleasant thing to see a nice little ass walking out with a smile all the way up on her face.

Not sure what girls liked, she always went for a nice fry up. Sure it was greasy, and some girls tended to look at it with disgust if they were the kind to diet or vegetarians, but after a night with her most of them were too starving to care in the long run, a fact that brought a ride grin to her face. Nori would wake to the smell of bacon, sausages, hashbrowns, and a few other assorted items before Mia finally returned to the bedroom, carrying two trays, one in each hand, each loaded with a very full looking breakfast, and a well balanced glass of orange juice. She lay both trays to one side for now, a larger pile of food resting on one plate and clearly seeming to be the blonde’s own just from a guess, but for now she put her food aside and pulled herself onto the bed, tugging a leg up with her to sit comfortably beside the feverish raven haired vixen who’d shared the night with her.

The idea to ask about her fever and the scars lingered on her tongue, but even this blonde had a bit more class than to force her to wake up to such a line of questioning, so she took a slow breath and smiled warmly down at the woman using her bed, gently brushing her hair out of her good eye, showing a level of softness and delicate care one wouldn’t expect from the bulky Oni. “How’d you sleep there beautiful?~ Deeply I hope, after a night with me.~” She grinned nice and wide, being extra cheeky while the woman was still waking.