<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/qf3ohgvvtkj01.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized, white, off-shoulder tshirt (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51kmm1csi1L._UL1000_.jpg), Black boyshorts.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>5PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back in Brion & Helena’s shared bedroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Chilling with her roommate: Beers 2-4<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/><strong><em>”Maybe he was just busy, the whole point of all of us is that the JL can't keep up. I'm pretty sure that isn't an easy admission for him to make on his best day. Besides, you know how...economical he can be with his words." </em></strong>Helena snorted, nodding in agreement as she took a bite of her soft street tacos filled with the roasted flavorful shredded pork, fresh pico, cilantro, lime juice, and cheese. It was so good, the explosion of flavor in her mouth as she chewed that she began to work her shoulders back and forth in a mild form of absentminded dancing. It was clear she was happy and content, despite the topic of their conversation. ”Yeah, he’s a little asshole who was never taught the use of ‘I feel’ sentences.” She piped up after swallowing, smirking at the idea of Batman taking classes on actually being able to verbalize one’s feelings. She shrugged and finished the first beer as she reached for another. ”His son is no better either....but that’s not surprising for anyone...”<br/><br/><strong><em>”Our destination is Santa Caterina, in the southern part of Brazil. We're meeting one of the local heroes there with ties to Interpol. I didn't really get the full briefing notes but from my understanding there is something shady going on with ships stopping there and then going elsewhere. I'm thinking drugs but the locals could handle that. Maybe the ones behind it are metas?"</em></strong>Helena listened intently before her eyes went wide as she shook her head.<br/><br/>”Sounds....<em>ridiculous.</em>If they are sending us than they clearly suspect something more than just drugs.” She paused as if in thought. ”I just hope we can do this right. The senior members will be watching every move, every step. Like orientation. I wouldn’t be surprised if they kicked someone out afterwards if they disapproved of certain actions taken...”<br/><br/>Brion must have recognized the cogs in her brain turning, a runaway train of thoughts and wonders as she went off with different variables they may encounter because he took the moment to relax next to her and wonder nonchalantly if maybe they could get away with a pet. Helena frowned sarcastically as she turned to look at him. ”Um....<em>definitely!</em>Everyone loves cats...”<br/><br/>There was an air of casual playfulness about her that wasn’t there the previous day, a heady combination of good food, alcohol, and spending time with an old friend under more mature circumstances than before. Helena had meant it when they woke up that morning that she was sorry for the way she left him, but Brion seemed to harbor no ill-will towards her. It was just good to be back together and especially with him; it just felt<em>right.</em><br/><br/>After consuming quite a bit more to eat, as well as on her fourth bottle, Helena was becoming a bit more somber and truthful, the alcohol lowering a measure of her inhibitions as she moved the empty plates off to the side, scooted closer to Brion with their backs to the wall. Helena leaned her head down on his shoulder. The woman then sighed as she stared off at the opposing wall with heavy eyes. ”So do you think we can do this?” She asked soulfully, her right hand raising and swaying dramatically back and forth as if to encompass the holy “everything” about being a member of the Justice League. ”Like.....<em>all</em>of it? Well, maybe you can with your cool Mother Earth Powers, but meeeeee?” She was clearly in the mode of self-question. ”What can I do? Kick people really hard? Shoot a crossbow? Brion? Am I overrated?” Helena lifted her heavy head from his shoulder and turned to look at him with glazed, violet pupils as if awaiting for the answer to the meaning of life.