Retired Superheroes Just Want To Chill (Cerulean)

SHAUNA'S APARTMENT

Shauna had finished her work shift and gotten home at around 10 in the evening. She threw her bag onto the sofa She looked at her hero costume in her closet and sighed. It'd been roughly... six months since her last powered foray? Four since she used her lasers as an impromptu scalpel to operate when nobody looked. She realized retirement was exactly what it was- an end of superhero activities. Sure, her life wasn't being threatened by some weird super undead warlord, but every time she heard a call for help these days, it was just another E.R. case at most.

She looked at her old costume and decided to do something to unwind.

LIBERTY ISLAND

After shocking a convenience store as Sun Queen "No, really, it's just cosplay" was her excuse, she flies out to New York harbor, looking around and seeing the expansive night scape of New York and New Jersey. Ships passed by down on the water, while the occasional helicopter would glimpse the flying figure. She had packed for herself Some beer, sandwiches, ice cream and chips. She also brought her phone to catch up on some Netflix. She makes herself a spot on the rather dusty balcony, and settled in, even as cold winds blew past.

Nothing would disturb her peaceful night out. Nothing...

Despite the wonderful view atop Lady Libertas, Shauna was intently watching some Adventure Time, downing a foot long New Yorker and some Jaegermeister in her hero uniform. It was only when company came floating up to the Torch of the Statue of Liberty that she put down her food, paused her device and put on her helmet, activating the opaque face plate to hide her face. The Tron lines of her hero suit power and glow green, as did her face. She looked like a cross between a sci-fi astronaut and Tron cosplayer.

Wrecker looked quite awakward as he floated up to the windy Balcony. Sun Queen cross arms and gave him a passive-aggressive telling off. "That's a pretty interesting way to fly."

"Eh, figures only people who can fly can come up here nowadays. Yeah, a friend made it for me." Shauna decided Wrecker wasn't too bad. If he were a villain he'd definitely have a cape and fly with arms crossed.

"By the way, It's... Sun Queen." She said with a false-haughty voice, and half curtsied. Then she snickered a bit, realizing just how grandiose a claim to that name was. Guess she really did embrace her superhero mom's name now, no denying that. As usual she wondered what he thought about such.

"Want a soda or a beer? What brought you up here?" She offered Wrecker some of her groceries, which included some orange soda, some Dew, and some German beers. No commercial american for the Sun Queen.

"Pffft. The name means alot to me actually. My mother was the first Sun Queen- but she was a whole 'nother weight division. Patrol? Just starting the hero life then?" Shauna asked, a bit curious and also a bit concerned.

"...Ah night patrol, looking for trouble. If you really wanna go find it, try the less developed lower west end, there's always trouble in those areas. Me I'm actually retired from all that, sort of. I just wanted to take the suit out for a drive, ya know, like a sports car you take for a spin every now and then." She explained, though she realized most people probably couldn't relate. Unlike most people who start out late, Shauna had already lived a whole life of heroing.

She handed him the can of Dew and took in the view one more time, standing at the railing sipping her own beer. It was only then when she looked down did she notice a commotion down below on Liberty Island... when it was supposed to be closed. She used her super vision to take a look, but saw it was just a bunch of kids partying and drinking. They must have snuck onto the island on a private boat.

She decides not to spoil it for Wrecker just yet. "Look down there, I see some trouble brewing. You wanna take this?" Shauna puts her food down and activates her suit's Particle Drive, slowly lifting herself up into the air. She lets Wrecker descend first. "After you."

Shauna looked at Wrecker as he... fell with style... down the 300 or so odd feet to the ground. She meanwhile, flew a few laps around the statue, trailing a faint trail of green particles. She landed nearby, outta sight, and watched Wrecker get to work. She hung back, ready to help him if he needed assistance to deal with a bunch of kids. "If you need help dealing with those kids, just holler." She said, giving him a reassuring shoulder pat.

Once he could get a closer he could see they were all wearing some rich private school uniform, so they all came from the same place. They were mostly white teenagers, all drinking, smoking, and a few couples getting a bit frisky with each other around a large bonfire made from a metal trash can they found on the island. The most popular girl of course, surrounded by all the boys, was some young pretty blonde thing, hair and nails perfect, soaking up all the attention while weakly holding a cigarette. The type of girl all the highschoolers wanted but eventually grew up into obscurity and being the football team captain's girlfriend.

The teenage merriment and laughs was replaced by silence. The kids were initially shocked to see a costumed man emerge to their private get-together, then they laughed again. On closer inspection, drinking and smoking weren't the only agenda the kids had. There was definitely some chopped up herbs in clear plastic bags being quickly hidden, and some bongs. The smell of marijuana and other, stronger herbs would be recognizable to those who were familiar with such things. There was also some candles arranged in a circle, a skull, a crystal orb, a crow's skeleton and a ouija board.

Their lead alpha bitch, the pretty probably underage blonde, spoke up. She definitely had a mature allure to her, carrying herself with a confidence and charisma a cut above normally mindlessly horny teenagers. She was neither drunk nor high or tripping; she was the most coherent one around. It seemed instead of answering Wrecker's question, they changing the topic. "Oh wow... are you some kind of superhero? Like, that's so cool! What can you do? I'm Regina George, by the way."

A few of the kids seemed more fascinated by Wrecker's presence and echoed Regina's question, wanting to know what he could do.  They also inquired further, showing some curiosity that would've been put to better use in the classroom or the science lab.

"Did you fly here? or swim?" One of the boys piped up, wondering how he got to the island.

"Hey like, are you secretly a billionaire? Like, that'd be hot." A redhead girl asked, with a snicker and a bit or Irish in her voice.

"Do you know Dragon Girl? I saw Dragon Girl up close once, she's really toned... Aren't all superheroes like, ripped?" Another commented, taking a shot at Wrecker's physique.

Click. Click. Click. The kids start taking pictures with their phone cameras and uploading pictures of Wrecker up on social media.

"Let's see if the internet knows who this guy is."

"What's with your facial markings? Are you Hawaiian or something? Are you an ethnic superhero? Did you come to the country illegally?" another asked.

Meanwhile, one of the teenage boys further away was trying to slink away quietly with a less than coherent looking girl, helping her to her feet by supporting her, her arm over his shoulder.

While Wrecker might have a point about the intoxicated girl, the group simply laughed it off. Regina decided to assure Wrecker. "Hey Relax! just chill. that's just Mike and Kate. They're dating. Relax, they're not going to do anything illegal. They do this all the time." she said with a disturbing smile, and therein showed just how amoral this group really was, implying this sort of thing was done with regularity.

Mike retorted Wrecker's concern."Yeah, and we're going to go have some privacy. So back off, alright hero? Unless you're some kind of prude. We've got the right to, you know. Ain't that right Kate?"

The girl mumbled and nodded. No one seemed to mind Mike dragging off a drunk girl, even if it was his girlfriend, off to somewhere dark to do goodness knows what. The kids all looked at Wrecker, silently challenging him as to what he'd do next.

"Anyway... maybe you'd like to join us instead? There's no need to call the cops." Regina said with a wink, even offering Wrecker a drink and a joint.

Shauna watched the scene carefully, seeing Wrecker wasn't all that high and mighty to just kick kids out of their harmless fun. However, the drunken girl being hauled off meant this was at the least going to warrant arrests for some juveniles, and stern lecturing for the girl.

The kids were no longer smiling, no longer laughing. They all slowly got up, staring at Wrecker silently. Mike decided to let Kate lie down. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you? My dad's a board member on Wong Industries..." He said, threateningly.

While Mike talked big to distract Wrecker, From out of nowhere an strange whip lashed out to attempt to strike the hero's hand, to knock the phone away and maybe hurt him too. It was no ordinary leather bullwhip either, but coated in metallic segments, alive with arcane power. "I don't think so, hero. It's our party we can do what we want to." Regina said menacingly, holding the whip in hand, slowly removing her uniform to reveal a black corset underneath. The Corset costume had intricate web designs on them, especially the chest area, and Regina's arms and shoulders were bare. Her looks were at this point, incredibly distracting, and not just mundane- there were pheromones in the air that would cause male heroes to be off their A-game.

"And what we want... is to be left alone!" She lashes out with the magic whip again. It was a cruel weapon; though it did little damage, the magical poison it was coated in caused pain receptors to flare up.