18 February 2019
I like to imagine that some of my favorite Legionnaires, Brainiac 5, Bouncing Boy, Ultra Boy, Colossal Boy, and I (Lethargy Lad) get together every other Saturday night to play poker and pass the pipe. Sometimes the girls like to hang out too, which is great, because Kara can always quick chill our beers (Jo can‘t do it because when he drinks he forgets to switch powers and then he risks frostbiting his own fingers), and Yera usually manages to dig up some cousin or another for me who often looks amazingly like Bettie Page or Myrna Loy.
Playing poker with Brainy can be a mixed bag. The man knows his odds, but he can’t read anybody’s tells, and we can all read his. We generally clean him out.
update 200914: I adore Brainy! Don’t get me wrong. I generally tease most those I love most. It hadn’t occurred to me until recently (I can be astonishingly dense) that most of my favorite fictional characters share the same “defect” (aspect?) as I: Sherlock Holmes, Mark Duquesne, Brainiac 5, and Red Forman are all either unable or unwilling to sustain the pretense that people are not fools. In my case and Brainy’s I think it’s mainly unable. We try to be nice (he is a Legionnaire, after all!) but it’s just so hard. I think Red and Sherlock are mainly nice guys, too, but Sherlock is also coked out, and Red is just so fed up. (Blacky Duquesne was an evil bastard, of course, but still, standards are standards.)