@shelassos : starter call ,
fucking superheroes. kendra is clearly, not a fan. sure, some've them are hot- and she'd absolutely take 'em for a ride. but overall ? not impressed. the whole costume schtick just doesn't do it for her- sure, she gets the alias. they call her fucking karma, for god's sake. it's less of a show-boating thing and more of a safety slash privacy thing. that, she gets. everything else ? her nose twitches as she lays on her back, knees bent and one leg folded over the other, boot kicking the air absentmindedly as she nurses a half-empty bottle of jack resting on her stomach. " y'know, your lasso ain't that special- i could get the truth outta anyone without needin' any magic voo-doo shit. " her brow quirks then as a growing smirk forms, her head tilting back to stare up at diana above her, upside down from her perspective. " bet gettin' off with yours ain't as fun as it is with mine. " smirk gives way to cheeky grin, the whites of her teeth and the roof of her mouth visible from above, her tongue pressing in to the corner.
