UnMasked Nomad

14

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— Erin —

I relaxed into the stool across from Kyra, and stretched happily, watching as she brewed coffee for me, having apparently recovered enough to walk around, albeit stiffly.

"You look happy... care to share where you've been for the past 14 hours? You realized it's 4AM, yes?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me and handing me a cup of tea, this time.

"Yes, and that's why we're here." I smiled, sipping the fragrant brew. "Huh... curious, but tasty." I was surprised, as I'd never liked any Teas before that didn't have 'Sweet Iced-' in front of them.

"I see... well, I was going to be here in a half-hour anyway, so I might as well listen to you while I get the machines started." She sighed, and began measuring coffee beans and grounds, pouring them into the various coffee machines I didn't understand.

"Alright, cool. Here's the thing: burning building yesterday? Not on fire, in fact, just really smelly massive flaming braziers that were sending the smell of fire our way, but I pulled the fire alarm before knowing that."

"Ahhh, Yes, that's why Zatanna was soaked and pissed off!" She chuckled.

"Yeah. And, it turns out it was a Modeling thing, and they invited me into the shoot because I'm apparently gorgeous, even without any makeup, -which really boosted my self-esteem,- and the other model was a Redheaded Russian Lesbian who's two inches taller than me and made of muscles, cotton candy, and yummy vanilla, and she invited both of us (me & you,) to try out a Polyamorous relationship, after we had sex in front of cameras for about 11 hours. Well, 7; the first 4 were entirely innocent bathing-suit shots. And the proceeds went to the Wayne Foundation for Children, so that was a plus." I dropped the entire situation onto the table easily, as was my way.

She blinked slowly, and rubbed her forehead, leaning against the counter for a moment before pouring herself a shot of vodka that she pulled out from behind the bar swiftly, knocking it back like a pro.

"Okay... let me straighten that tangled ball of yarn into a manageable pattern: you want me to be in an open, Polyamorous relationship, with you and a porn Star,-"

"Not a Porn Star, the sex was because I got hot and bothered and she was sexually pent-up. She's a Model. For fashion, not sex toys." I corrected swiftly.

"-My apologies, then; You and a Model, after we came to something of an understanding that we'd be friends with benefits?"

"Yes. I like romance, and I like having lovers, instead of fuck-buddies. There's a real difference, one I prefer to make clear, in any relationship." I shrugged.

She hummed, tapping her fingers against the bottle in her hands. "So, essentially, Polyamory is that you would have two girlfriends, while I would have you, and she would have you, but we could also have each other? Is that how it works?"

"Sometimes? Each relationship is unique, but some poly's do have the whole Kitchen Table Poly, which is where all three (or more) of the people in the relationship interact, though it doesn't have to be sexual at all. Some prefer the Hierarchical 'I'm the wife, you're the mistress, I come first and you're the booty call' approach, but I find that discriminatory and rude, and I've never allowed it in my relationships. Ever." I frowned.

She nodded. "So, you're saying we'd be three friends with a romantic twist, not friends with benefits? I kinda thought, -especially with the number 13 hanging over my head,- that it was more of a free-love kinda thing? The whole 'screw who you want, so long as you come back to me'."