<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.essence.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/images/2014/02/28/louis-allen-eye-candy-v-8.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Jackson Hyde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15038512#msg15038512)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Costume (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTzxBhjP2KqR4jAO6Ynl1mx3VvBkbLNoGRn9j1BB5jiVIK5N_qj)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 23, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>8am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary, Happy Harbor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting to know the hot Kryptonian<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><strong>Supergirl, OPEN</strong><br/><hr/><br/><<Kara watched the video with him, looking extremely puzzled as she watches it. Once the video has ended, she watches him as he smirks and licks his lips. She squinted at him. Clearly, Jackson was much more perverted than he let on.<br/><br/>"So... the purpose is just to flaunt your butt for everyone to see? I think I'll pass."<br/><br/>She chuckled. "Can you imagine Kal's face if he saw me do that on the 6 pm news, though?">><br/><br/>“It is a different form of dance, but yeah more or less. Not anything I would focus on too much though, it goes from that to things much tamer. Waltz or…Something I will show you later.” He smiles thinking of dancing with her to something that would be comfortable and relaxing as well. “Ahh NO! That would not be anything Kal would be exceptionally proud of seeing you do on the 6 pm news. Then he would say I was a bad influence on you.” He smirks faded a lot thinking of how she saw him now maybe.<br/><br/><<Kara chuckled. "That doesn't sound fair. But good to know!">><br/><br/>“It is what it is, imagine how most guys feel or females for that matter. But it is part of the mating rituals so to speak. I think it might be best to just make our own. You know talk about things we might or might not like as far as ‘we’ are concerned maybe?” He found it strangely comfortable talking to Kara, just be himself no pretenses at all. Not sure where the ‘we’ came from but, this was very new territory. He guessed he couldn’t complain too much, he didn’t have to do that hide the secret identity thing. That never boded well for most relationships.<br/><br/><<"I like that plan! And I do like pizza! The more stuff on it, the better!", she replied with a grin and her usual bubbliness.<br/><br/>She wasn't particularly into fatty food, but when your body takes nourishment from the sun and immediately metabolizes all other forms, eating becomes a matter of pleasure rather than a necessity, so might as well go for the good stuff, she thought.>><br/><br/>He looked at her raising an eyebrow.<em>‘Oh yeah, she is a keeper!’ </em>His mind tugged at her apparent love for pizza, it was killer that he had to do magic every time he wanted some great or go to that place in Chicago that he liked so much, pain in the ass that there weren’t enough waterways. He got desperate and stopped in New York sometimes, which was good, but not great! An occasional portal that left him beat gave him a touch of heaven from time to time. It didn’t help that his potential new girlfriend had the metabolism of a Grecian deity. So she could eat what she wanted.<br/><br/>“So pizza tomorrow and movies?!?” He wasn’t sure about how to go about it…he knew a guy that could get them some pies. He didn’t know how his new friend felt about being a delivery boy of sorts, but he was sure if he bought him a couple he would overlook the request.<br/><br/>“Do you eat sweets? I mean do you like them?” If she did he might be in the kitchen this afternoon and maybe make some desserts for them. He did like to eat, so he learned to cook just hadn’t had the chance to try most of his recipes. He knew how to make a few that were great though.<br/><br/><<"I'm going for a degree.", she replied. "Journalism seemed to work pretty well for Kal, so that's what I've decided to do as well. My understanding is that you don't have to be in the office 9 through 5 since you have to go out to cover stories a lot, which works out well with our... lifestyle.">><br/><br/><br/>“That is so true and you have excuses not to be in the office for…particular things. That is very nice. I am more into science and math myself. Fairly adept…still unable to reconcile the magic part, but I was told those are more advanced studies.  Things that won’t make my head explode I guess.” He shrugged.<br/><br/><<"I figure we can fly to Happy Harbour then land someplace out of sight, then walk. But I'm open to suggestions. Five works! I'd rather not discuss philosophy, though", she chuckled.>><br/><br/>“Fine no philosophy.” He gives a fake pout. Vulko would have loved that particular conversation. He always thought the old windbag was full of himself. It was thinking and mental exercises but not much more than that. “I will definitely text you when I am on the way and we can find someplace to go walk around, check out the sites, have dinner, then I can take you dancing. I promise nothing that will get Kal pissed at either of us.” He smirked.<br/><br/><<"I'll be ready!"<br/><br/>Kara grinned at him and waved before walking off towards the elevator and her quarters, leaning back against the door as soon as she closed it behind her. She ran her hand through her hair and chuckled. "What in the world was that Kara?", she thought.<br/>http://www.swirlfilms.com/catalog/<br/>She took some time to piece together the last hour and get her emotions back under control. She knew she was impulsive, but "date after second meeting" sounded impulsive even for her. There were, of course, worse ways to be impulsive, and she already had a few of them checked in her bucket list. "Whatever happens happens, I suppose!", she thought, giggling to herself as she went to pick up her philosophy book.>><br/><br/>“Ok.” He was wondering what was going through is mind…but damn it just clicked! Made him feel weird cause he thought it had just clicked with Tula too. He was over her, it didn’t take long to get over that...but damn if that wound wasn’t still there. Was he moving too fast? Three years, hell maybe he wasn’t moving fast enough! He sighed as he cleaned up washing the dishes, the bowl moved with a watery hand attached to it while he was wiping off the counter.<br/><br/>The food would still be here, he left it on warm and he went back out to the beach trying to figure out what the heck just happened. He wasn’t saddened, just shocked. He pulled out his phone and began looking for restaurants to go too and places to dance. No need to try to wing it…he wasn’t very good at that anyway. It would be a long nervous wait till five o’clock anyway. If nothing else he could practice.<br/><br/><End Scene>