Picnic on the Rooftop
The roof didn't have wheelchair access, but that's what power rings were for.
The building had been rebuilt a whole lot of times and in the last refit there had been a number of alterations. The basement was Arisa's pad, the ground floor was Warriors and the second story was Guy and Tora's place. The roof had once sported a private helicopter pad, during Guy's days as Warrior, but that was a few demolitions ago. After that it had featured a structure that served as a third apartment rented out by a rookie Lantern. Now it was just an open space used in common by the tenants. So Guy was putting it to use today.
The sunset over the city was a nice touch to the scene as Guy floated a cooler of beers to where they sat. Burgers grilled over a hibatchi, attended by a monkey in a chef's hat and apron, while a few gibbons made sure Tora had enough pillows and refilled her drink.
Getting in and out of the wheelchair still smarted allot, but the JLA medical facility coupled with Arisa's healing techniques had demoted life-long injuries into something that he just had to be patient with for a few more days.
"Ow."
Ok maybe a week or so.
Settling down, Guy soaks in the fading light of the day, the smell of cooking burgers and best of all, the sight of Tora.
"There's no place like home."
The building had been rebuilt a whole lot of times and in the last refit there had been a number of alterations. The basement was Arisa's pad, the ground floor was Warriors and the second story was Guy and Tora's place. The roof had once sported a private helicopter pad, during Guy's days as Warrior, but that was a few demolitions ago. After that it had featured a structure that served as a third apartment rented out by a rookie Lantern. Now it was just an open space used in common by the tenants. So Guy was putting it to use today.
The sunset over the city was a nice touch to the scene as Guy floated a cooler of beers to where they sat. Burgers grilled over a hibatchi, attended by a monkey in a chef's hat and apron, while a few gibbons made sure Tora had enough pillows and refilled her drink.
Getting in and out of the wheelchair still smarted allot, but the JLA medical facility coupled with Arisa's healing techniques had demoted life-long injuries into something that he just had to be patient with for a few more days.
"Ow."
Ok maybe a week or so.
Settling down, Guy soaks in the fading light of the day, the smell of cooking burgers and best of all, the sight of Tora.
"There's no place like home."