<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Megan Morse<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner, Richard 'soon to be brain dead' Grayson, Open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"So am I."</strong>Megan replied, a slightly glazed look in her brown eyes which she immediately shook off, although not quite quick enough as she blushed ever so slightly from where her mind had wandered.  Thankfully she kept those particular thoughts to herself, having made the mistake of sharing a private fantasy through the psychic link only once, and that had been between herself, Richard, and another member of the team.  She hadn't lived it down despite said incident happening years ago now, what felt like a lifetime ago honestly.  Her budding desire for the biologically young man, and her train of thought, were derailed by Conner's next question however.  M'gann's first impulse was to spit out a curse at the reminder and let Conner know exactly how much she cared if the bastard woke up again considering he had planned to do more than take the woman's money and credit cards.  Such people deserved what she did, or at least that's what her darker half usually thought, the same darkness that had formed after seeing her uncle killed right in front of her along with the rest of the League during Darkseid's second invasion.  But she beat it back just as quickly and let out a tired sigh instead.<em>"I don't know, but it's unlikely."</em>Was all she said on the matter, and hoped he'd let it go at that after saying his piece.  If he had asked her such a question even a year ago, chances were Fish might have needed a new front window from having thrown someone through it with a stray, angry thought.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Conner moved their private conversation elsewhere without needing her to press for such a change, and nodded her head in understanding.  He, like so many of her friends, were never content to sit around for long periods of time.  It made sense then that Conner was looking for something to keep himself occupied while at the same time doing something truly meaningful.  It was the same with her, just she went about it differently was all.<em>I can certainly relate.  That's also part of the reason I came here, hoping to hear something worth looking into, but for some reason not even Fish's regulars are hanging around.  Either something is already underway, or they all decided to take the night off, which I find hard to believe.</em>And the fact he thought the same thing only proved something she'd been entertaining for a while already, that perhaps there might be a future for them both.  The only big thing stopping her wasn't his age, or lack thereof really, but his lack of life experiences.  M'gann hadn't pressed Conner for more than their friendship because she wanted him to live his life a little longer before complicating it with a romantic relationship.  Assuming he even felt remotely interested in her in that way of course.<br/><br/>Just as she was taking a sip from her glass, Richard, being Richard, had to ruin the moment by reminding her of her school nickname.  To make matters worse, at least in her opinion, she ended up spitting her beer all over Conner when she went to shout at Dick to shut his trap.  The only thing that stopped her from literally sinking through the floor wasn't the fear of announcing to the whole bar she was a martian was the very same thing that had her wanting to pull a disappearing act then and there, her inability to concentrate past her raging embarrassment and the fact most of her blood was pooling in her cheeks.<em><strong>"Richard!"</strong></em>She shouted, both aloud and mentally as she stood up so fast her chair scraped across the floor.<strong>"You can be...you're so-grrrr!  Just please don't say another word."</strong>With that, she promptly ripped out several paper towels from a nearby dispenser and sheepishly held them out to Conner, unable to meet his gaze.<strong>"Sorry...I'll gladly pay for your laundry bill for a month if we can forget about this."</strong>A strange choice of words given her powers, but Megan was beyond caring at that particular moment.