My Girlfriend is Super. (Closed)

[musicankane]

I hated being late, but it seemed to be a curse of mine to never quite get my shit together on time. This morning I had overslept my alarm by 15 minutes, maybe I should really get one that would just bash me over the head until I got my lazy ass up, I scrambled into the shower turning on the morning news as I waited for the hot water to magically appear through the poor pipes of my apartment.

Thunderclap, Liberty City's star super hero, was headlining the news today after saving a school bus from plummeting off the Bay Bridge. She was an incredible but ultimately mysterious hero for our city. Other heroes from other cities, like Super Sonico, or Mr. Helium were only too happy to get photo graphed for the papers and do interviews for the news.

Not Thunderclap, almost nothing was known about her, other than the fact that she was a woman at least. She never appeared in the papers beyond blurry images, nor did she ever do interviews.

Nevertheless the city loved her, posters and pamlets littered the cities light poles with hand drawn cartoon impressions of her with slogans like, "Liberty City loves Thunderclap" and so on.

I let the news distract me, and I ended up at work even later than normal. My boss was on me the moment I stepped off the elevator into the office, "Jake! Nice of you to show up today. Maybe you should set your clock to daylight savings time, because then you might be on time."

My boss Mr. Clint was a tall balding man who did everything he could to pretend he wasn't turning cue-ball. He was a hard ass and I'm pretty sure would fire the fuck outta me if I wasn't the best damn programmer he had. I work at Gregarious Games, a video game company famous for things like Death Road to Canada, and Fist of the Storm. I was a core programmer myself, meaning I was the guy behind everything that made the damn games work. Without me, shit would be fucked.

I sat down at my desk as Clint followed, "You could at least act like you're sorry for being late."

I nodded, "You're right I could." I spun my chair toward him. "But I wont."

He frowned and turned a shade of cranberry.

I sat reached back and entered my login code on the computer quickly, then brought up the progress I had made, "Look Clint, the engine for Death Splatter Punk is all good to go." I smirked, "I believe that puts me like eight weeks ahead of schedule."

Clint nodded, "Jake you could at least show respect and be here." Then he wandered off.

I spun back to the computer as a head popped up from the other side of the cubicle. "Hey buddy, still getting in late?" My friend Zack said with a smirk. "How are you still employeed?"

I glanced up, "Are you still two weeks behind? How are YOU still employeed?"

We smiled and Zack patted the top of the divider, "Fuck you. Hey you coming out tonight? We're going to the Shimmering Globe."

"The dance club? Why the hell are you going there?"

"GIRLS dude!" He insisted. "Think about it. Girls love to dance, and it's a new club which means all the hot ones will be there until they get bored with it. A few drinks and pretending to like dancing and you're sure to bring someone lovely home."

"That's some solid logic." I said.

"You in?"

I smirked, "Of course. How good I pass up a chance to pretend to like dancing."

Zack grinned, "Good man!"

* * * *

That night I was standing at the bar inside the Shimmering Globe, the pulse of music pounding into my head so hard I was already regretting the decision to agree to come tonight. I had a drink of Jack Daniels and Coke in my hand, swirling gently in the glass as I watched Zack flop around on the dance floor like an ugly duckling doing a mating dance.

He had been right about one thing though, the girls here were insane. I didn't know what to do first, as I looked around trying to see if there were any girls in my league. The problem with coming to a club filled with beautiful girls, was that most of them were far too hot to want to talk to me.

After all I was a computer programmer, the job left a stench of nerd upon me that might as well be female repellent. I mean I guess that isn't fair, I get my share, but my share doesn't involved these tens walking around. I need to find myself a six, or a really really drunk seven.

As I leaned against the bar, a girl came up next to me trying to flag the bartender. She waved and said, "Excuse me," softly but the bartender turned away to help folks at the other end. She frowned and huffed a little, squeezing the money in her fist unhappily. The next time the bartender approached she reached up to get his attention again, but again she failed.

I turned towards her and whistled loudly at the bartender, "Come on man, this side!" I cried.

The bartender came over looking at me but I pointed him in this girl in distress's direction. After she ordered she gave me a look and I smiled softly, "Gotta use your outside voice in here." I told her jokingly. "I'm Jake." I introduced myself.

 

[BernadetteRochelle]

The bell for final period had just rung at St. Ruben middle school. A thousand pubescent children stampeded out of dozens of rooms, shoving, swearing, and generally creating miniature cyclones of havoc. “Remember to read chapters 4 and 5 on the Dark Ages and the Renascence” Called Ms. Sullivan over the growing roar.

“Fuck you, Ms. DULLivan!” Called one pipsqueak of a boy.

“WHAT did you just say!” Said the history teacher for sixth grade “Silver Team”. But the kid had dashed off to fast for Ms. Sullivan to even grab a detention slip. “Tina, what the HELL are you doing trying and mostly failing to teach these kids the normal way. All you’d have to do is show up as Thunderclap and you’d have them writing extra credit papers about the pros and cons of the feudal system.” Ms. Sullivan thought to herself.

By day, Tina was the most unremarkable young teacher you could possibly meet; perhaps more attractive than most if you took away the “Amy Farrah Fowler from the Big Bang Theory” fashion sense. But by night, Tina Sullivan was an honest-to-goodness superhero. After she was struck by lightning inside her mother (an accident that left her father to raise her by himself) Tina was imbued with heightened strength, speed, durability, and the power to summon powerful electromagnetic blasts and forcefields. However, right now, all she wanted to do was escape to the teachers’ lounge to unwind before heading home for the day.

The soul-crushingly perky smile of her “best friend” Rachel Goldfarb assailed Tina as soon as she opened the lounge door. “Hey, ‘Teen’, a few of us girls are heading out tonight, care to come with?”

Tina sighed heavily, “No Rachel, I would NOT like to 'come with.’”

“Why so glum, did Jasper Diggins tell you to go fuck a Doberman again?”

“Something like that.” Said Tina. “But I just don’t feel like going out tonight.”

“You NEVER feel like going out!” Rachel pouted. “I promise, this is a nice quiet place and Mr. Keith, the gym teacher will be there!”

“Be still my heart.” Muttered Tina.

“Please?!” Pressed Rachel. “You HAVE to be my wing-girl.”

Tina tried to recoil from Rachel’s puppy-dog pout. She could handle getting hit by a mini-van at highway speeds with barely a twitch but seeing her coworker’s eyes go all googly and her lip quiver like a kindergartener was more than she could take.

“Fine.” Said Tina. “But you have to correct all of my quizzes for next week.”

…

“What the fuck kind of place is this?” Though Tina. As soon as the pack of teachers congregated at the door to the club (Apparently called the “Shimmering Globe” if you could trust the screaming neon sign out front) and walked in, Tina was practically ejected again by the sound of electronic dance music.

Rachel tugged at Tina’s sleeve, trying to drag her onto the dancefloor. Tina used a bit of her super-strength to keep her friend from budging her in the slightest.”

“Teen, you gaining weight?” Teased Rachel.

Tina shot back a killing stare (not that she had that particular power, however handy it might be in situations like this) as Rachel flounced over to some guy and started grinding her body into his like she had been his lover for six months.”

“I think it’s time for Thunderclap to get her drink on.” Thought Tina. “But what am I supposed to order at this kind of place? Should I order a sex on the beach? Do they even make sex on the beaches outside crappy old movies?”

Tina tried to flag down the bartender, who did his best impression of a hearing and sight impaired individual.

"Come on man, this side!" Came the voice of a guy next to her. “Gotta use your outside voice in here. I'm Jake."

Tina flashed the man a grateful smile. “I’ll have a Margarita, don’t forget the salt on the rim.” She hollered at the bartender.

 

[musicankane]

Turns out that the woman I helped get her drink order in was quite the knockout. She had a reserved kind of look like a librarian but something was a little off about it. Almost like she was dressed in a way designed to downplay the overall package that she was made of. It was really rather intriguing and I certainly wanted to see if I could get her to talk to me.

Though I had introduced herself she hadn't replied to me, so I stepped forward to try and force her hand.

She called out her drink to the bartender and I waved him down, "Put that on me!" I called to him, making him look my way briefly then nodded before moving to make the drink for her.

I glanced at her with a smile. Then gestured to the room around us, "This doesn't look like your kind of place. Did some friends force you to come along tonight?" I asked, hoping to spark up something.

 

[BernadetteRochelle]

OOC: Oh shit! I had another two paragraphs. Tina can be a bit of a bitch at times, but she’d never completely ignore a guy!

IC: "Put that on me!" the cute guy said. Before Tina could refuse, her drink arrived, and the stranger spoke again. "This doesn't look like your kind of place. Did some friends force you to come along tonight?"

Tina tried not to blush. “Yeah, my friend Rachel dragged me here, that’s her dry humping that guy in the middle of the other folks who can’t tell the difference between dancing and vertical simulated sex.” A few seconds of awkward silence filled the space between them when Tina broke the silence once more. “So, do you come here often?” “Idiot.” She thought to herself, “Great way to break the ice!” “I mean, that’s not a pick-up line or anything, I just can’t imagine anyone coming here on their own free will.” “Double idiot!” Tina thought. “No offense if this is your kind of place.”

Tina held her hand out for Jake to shake. “I’m so sorry, I’m kind of stressed out tonight. My name is Tina by the way.” Tina took a sip of her drink and took in her conversation partner. “This guy is kind of hot, he definitely seems nice.”

Thunderclap hadn’t been with a man in almost two years, not since the incident with Captain Aqua. Tina froze at the unbidden thought. “Hey Jake, I’m not exactly the ‘damsel in distress’ type. Can I return the favor and buy you a drink?”

 

[musicankane]

Buying a girl a drink always seems to work. At least to get an introductory conversation if nothing more. She turned to me and nodded, playing with the straw of her drink before taking a quick sip then pointing out to the dance floor. “Yeah, my friend Rachel dragged me here, that’s her dry humping that guy in the middle of the other folks who can’t tell the difference between dancing and vertical simulated sex.” She told me pointing.

I followed her finger to see her friend getting VERY familiar with a guy on the dance floor. She also was pretty, but not nearly on the same level as who I was talking to. I nodded and smiled. "She seems nice."

“So, do you come here often? I mean, that’s not a pick-up line or anything, I just can’t imagine anyone coming here on their own free will. No offense if this is your kind of place.” She asked, then made a face like she regretted the question.

I shook my head, "No." Then frowned in disgust, "God No!" I insisted, then looked around the bar to try and find Zack who was probably somewhere trying to hit on girls. It was then that I noticed that the guy that her friend had been dancing very deeply with was ACTUALLY Zack.

I glanced at her, then back to the dance floor and pointed, "Turns out your friends is getting to know my friend." I said with a smirk. "Two peas in a pod, maybe they'll find love." I teased.

“I’m so sorry, I’m kind of stressed out tonight. My name is Tina by the way.” She introduced finally and offered me her hand.

I took it gently and nodded, "Nice to meet you Tina. I guess you and I are stuck babysitting our friends tonight."

“Hey Jake, I’m not exactly the ‘damsel in distress’ type. Can I return the favor and buy you a drink?” She asked with a kind of half-smiled as if her words were some kind of inside joke.

I looked at my glass and shrugged. I never had a girl buy me a drink before, and I wanted to keep talking to Tina as she seemed to be the most sane person here. So I figured I should let her do it, it might keep this conversation going.

"Sure. I'll never say no to a Jack and Coke refill." I told her with a smile. "Then we should find a place to sit and chat yeah?" I asked hoping she wouldn't immediately run off after paying her perceived debt to me.

 

[BernadetteRochelle]

Jack shrugged at Tina’s offer. "Sure. I'll never say no to a Jack and Coke refill. Then we should find a place to sit and chat yeah?" Tina hadn’t defeated scores of villains by not being cautious, but there was something sincere about the guy’s smile (and he WAS pretty cute.)

The bartender lazily handed Jack his drink. Tina payed him with a playful giggle in Jack’s direction. “Sure, I’d love to chat.” She said, a bit more eagerly than she had intended.

The two made their way to a secluded booth where the assault of the club’s speakers was a bit dulled. Tina took a long drink of her margarita and realized that silence had descended once again. “So, what do you do? I’m sure it’s much more exciting than my job, I teach history to sixth-graders. Better make that TRY to teach history to sixth-graders.” She said with another giggle.

Tina felt a flush cross her cheeks. She knew that with her super-metabolism it couldn’t possibly be caused by the one drink she had so far. Maybe Rachel was right; Her life was dull because she was making it dull. Besides, she had to admit she was kind of horny. “Eww, don’t think like that!” Tina said to herself. “Not right after meeting the guy at least.”

Tina finished her drink in one final swallow. “Should you buy the next round, or shall I?” Tina laughed. Tina fiddled with the hem of her skirt absentmindedly. “Oh, God, was that a signal? Did I give him a signal?” She worried to herself. Rachel’s dance-partner was leading her off toward what Tina could only assume was the restroom. She felt sick and, surprisingly, a bit jealous. “You faced Dr. Squidapuss and his squad of deathbots without breaking a sweat and now this random stranger has your shaking like a schoolgirl!” Tina chided herself. “If only I could be Thunderclap here, she’d know what to do.”

 

[musicankane]

I took the drink with a nod of thanks to the bartender, which he ignored, and we roamed to the back of the club to find an empty booth as far away from the noise as possible. The sound in the booth we slide into was quieter, but the music was inescapable. Still it was low enough to hear each other without shouting, which was nice and easier on the vocal chords.

Tina asked me what I did for a living while in the same breath also explained that she taught 6th graders history, or attempt too in her words. She seemed even more nervous than I was talking a pretty girl. I was bad at picking up girls myself, which was made me even more surprised that this was going so well with Tina so far.

"I uh, program the core systems that run video games." I explained. "It's not exciting either and is pretty much the most nerdy thing I could possible do for a living." I leaned forward and narrowed my eyes, "Is it too late to say I'm a secret agent? I'd rather be a secret agent."

I noticed she glanced off to the side and I followed her gaze to see her friend and my friend going off towards the restrooms. I blinked, there was no way Zack picked up a chick like that, especially not to the point of doing dirty shit in the bathroom.

When I had turned back to Tina she had powered her drink down and turned an interesting shade of pink. She giggled and asked who was buying round two. I hadn't finished mine but I was more than willing to get her another. "I'll get it, just do me a favor and be careful, I don't wanna be accused of making you too drunk to think straight."

I slid from the booth as Tina messed with the hem of her skirt. Was that a signal? Holy shit, was she thinking of taking this further, with me? I felt my pulse begin to race. Zack had been right about getting me to come out tonight, I hadn't been with a girl in months not since I broke up with my skank of an ex. I hadn't realized how much I totally needed to get laid until it actually became a possibility.

A few minutes later I brought Tina a fresh Margarita, she was in the booth where I had left her seemingly lost in her own thoughts. It looked like she was debating with herself about something, though I could only imagine what. "Round two, as promised." I said with a smile, slipping back into the booth with her.

"So seeing as how your friend and my friend have clearly made their own plans for the evening, maybe you and I should come up with a plan." I said carefully, slightly hopeful.

 

[BernadetteRochelle]

“Okay Tina, it’s going to be now or never. You’ve found a cute, nice guy, he seems to be into you, and you’re hornier than you’d like to admit. Do that math.” Tina thought to herself. Soon, Jack returned from the bar with another drink for her. Tina let her fingers slide briefly against his as he handed her the Margarita glass. “He didn’t seem to mind that, is it okay to go all in yet?” She thought.

"So, seeing as how your friend and my friend have clearly made their own plans for the evening, maybe you and I should come up with a plan." Said Jack with a precious, goofy smile.

Tina was relieved that Jack was thinking in the same direction she was, she was sure of it now. That devilish, trying-to-play-it-cool act was one of the few kinds of flirting she could spot a mile away. “Time to turn on the charm, Tina. You don’t want to lose this one.” She said to herself. Tina smiled slid her finger around the rim of her drink, scattering salt in the process. She was fairly sure that the move came off more sultry than absentminded. “I’d love to see what kind of home computer system a high-level coder like you has.” Said Tina. “I’m not an expert by any means but I volunteered to learn HTML to design my school’s website. Can we head over to your place?”

 

[musicankane]

I watched her briefly have a debate with herself, as if she were weighing the options between going somewhere with me or not. She seemed to decide that if her friend was going off to have some fun, then she should too. I smiled softly as she leaned towards me and asked to come over to my place in order to "see my computer".

Casually I picked up my drink and finished it rapidly, the ice clinking in the glass as I set it back on the table. I looked into her beautiful eyes and smiled, "Sure, I have a pretty impressive computer." I let the words run thick through the air, maybe bragging about dick size a little bit. Though the moment the words came out, I hoped she wouldn't hold me literally to that, not that I didn't think my dick was nice I was very very decent for sure. I just didn't want to overhype it you know? The last thing I wanted was to take my pants off and see her smile falter in disappointment.

We slid from the booth and headed out front where I hailed a cab from the line of available cabs that waited in front of the club in the hopes for a drunken fare. I held the door open for Tina and gave the driver my address. Inside the backseat I sat very close to her, pressing against her side.

My fingers played along her cheek softly as I took in her beauty, she seemed even more perfect up close and in better, non-sparkling, lighting. Her skin was so smooth it almost seems super human. I knew that if I was in her class, I'd have had a very hard time focusing. "Damn you are stunning." I whispered to her as the drive headed towards my place.

 

[BernadetteRochelle]

Jack downed his Jack and Coke, Tina just now realizing the pun in a man with Jack’s name having that particular favorite drink. "Sure, I have a pretty impressive computer." He said.

“God, let that be a reference to his cock!” Tina thought to herself, still a bit startled by where her mind was taking her. “So, you’ve decided to go all the way with this guy, huh Teen?”

The two shuffled out of their booth and were swept out into the night and then into a waiting cab. Jack seemed to snuggle into Tina. His hip placed firmly against he thigh. “Are those his keys? I bet those are his keys…” Thought Tina.

Her still-shy ruminations were quickly cut off as Jack leaned in, his face achingly close to hers. "Damn you are stunning." He sighed, stroking his thumb along the curve of her high cheekbone.

Tina turned bright red, finding herself lost in his deep, dark eyes. “You’re not so bad looking yourself, Mr. Jack.” She laughed, adjusting her skirt. As the car swiftly wound through the city streets Tina gazed out the window. So many nights she had made war on these streets, fighting crime and toppling supervillains. How nice it would be to make love one night instead.

Noticing that her mind had wandered far from her date, Tina gave Jack a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry, I was lost in thought for a sec there.”

Soon the cab pulled up to an apartment building. A squeal of brakes and several sharp honks from passing cars told Tina that they had arrived. “You’ve come so far Teen, don’t lose this guy now!”