Vixen strolled down the Watchtower hallway grinning. The poker game had been fun and just what she needed. She giggled softly as she pushed the button for the nearest transporter level, remembering the evening.

Both Sir Justin and Atom Smasher had been welcoming to her and, between the three of them, she had not been allowed to get her own refills. Every time she would try, one of them would immediately tell her not to trouble herself and fetched whatever she needed. Vixen was all for equality but she had to admit it had been nice to be catered to as a lady by the three gentlemen.

The way the prizes worked had seemed a bit odd. Every fifth hand, the person with the most chips was allowed to pick whatever prize they wanted even if someone else had the one they wanted. Every 30 minutes, everyone was able to pick a prize in order of chip amount from lowest to highest.

Overall, it had been confusing but a lot of fun, especially as certain prizes were 'stolen' back and forth through the game. At the end, Vixen has walked away with a handmade wooden box which had forest scene and a beautifully rendered fox carved in the top of it which Sir Justin had made. Sir Justin had ended up with the BBQ sauce and he had promised to let everyone know when he decided to cook with it so they could all have a taste. Vigilante had let everyone have a few of the cookies he had won and Vixen had to admit that they were as good as advertised. Atom Smasher ended the game with the prize she had put in: an IOU for one favor of the holder's choice. In fact, he had pursued that prize very determinedly. It made Vixen think he might have an idea for that favor but she decided not to worry about it. Atom Smasher was nice and shy so she didn't think the favor he cashed the IOU in for would be objectionable.

It had been a lot of fun and very enlightening. The men had joked with each other and her, making sure she felt included. They had, also, discussed League matters including opinions on Cadmus and the founders. She was startled to find that Atom Smasher held the opinion that Cadmus had had some good points. Sir Justin was more concerned with why the people had believed Cadmus was necessary, stating 'The land is the king and the king is the land, if the land is distrustful of its protectors then one must wonder about the king'. Vigilante more held the opinion that, regardless of motives, Cadmus was wrong because of its actions, stating that 'No ends, no matter how noble, can justify torture and building mindless killing machines like Doomsday and the Ultramen and, worst of all, Galatea'.

Arriving at the transport level, she walked out and smiled at man running the transporter as she requested a teleport to her flat in Chelsea.

Appearing inside her home, she set the box down on her kitchen table. She would have to find a special place for it but that could wait. Opening her fridge, she pulled out a yogurt, grinning as the cold air hit her. She might not have commented on it but she had her own theory why Vig had spent several minutes rearranging things in the fridge before the other two men showed up. She had noticed the appreciation in his eyes even though he had tried to keep it hidden.

Carrying her box and her yogurt back to her couch, she grinned as she relaxed. It felt good to be admired by someone like Vigilante though she knew he'd never act inappropriately. He was a very good man and she really did need to find him a good woman. She had already crossed off all her model friends so she began going through the women in the Justice League. Black Canary and Huntress were both involved so they were out. Ice seemed to shy, Fire seemed too flirtatious and had a crush on Flash if rumors were to be believed. Wonder Woman just didn't seem a right fit for him. Supergirl and Star girl were too young. Shayera...No, just no.

Her mental review was interrupted by a heavily annoyed voice. "Where have you been?"

She looked over to find John in her doorway. He didn't look happy. Her good mood fled under his accusing eyes. "Excuse me?"

"I've been looking for you."

"Why? So, you can yell at me some more?" Part of her was happy to know he'd actually been looking for her but that part was outnumbered by the parts of her angry at his tone and his behavior.

"No, I don't want to fight anymore." She stared at him incredulously and his tone became more defensive. "But can't you see why I'd be worried about you when I can't find you."

"How could you not find me? I have my comm unit on."

"Do you think I want to go to whoever is on monitor duty and ask them to locate my girlfriend? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that would be?"

"Having to ask someone else about how your significant other is because they haven't updated you? Gee, yeah, I think I can imagine how embarrassing that would be." She didn't even try to keep the sarcasm from her voice, remembering how she had had to ask Vigilante about him after that whole issue with Luthor/Brainiac.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his beard. "Look, I didn't come down here to fight. I just...ok, I was wrong. I admit it. I didn't have any right to say anything about Shayera and that guy." He gave an apologetic shrug. "You were right, ok?"

It wasn't a great apology but Vixen was tired of fighting. Besides, she knew how hard it was for John to apologize to anyone. It hurt his pride. So, she swallowed down any other cruel words and nodded, returning to eating her yogurt.

"So, where were you?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was with some friends."

"Who?"

Vixen took a deep breath and reminded herself that it was not an outrageous question. It was one she should probably ask him and would have if she wasn't pretty sure she already knew the answer. "I was playing poker with Vigilante, Shining Knight and Atom Smasher."

"I didn't know you were close to them."

Her spine straightened. She didn't know if he meant to imply anything with his wording or not but she didn't like the insinuation she was hearing. "They're nice guys and it was fun." She stood up. "It'll be a regular thing for me from now on." She intentionally worded it to make it clear he wasn't invited. It was childish, she knew, but she didn't like his attitude. Besides, petty as it was, it served him right to be excluded considering how often she was excluded from him and his friends. She sighed and shook her head. She didn't like this, not how she was behaving and not how he was. "Look, I don't want to fight either. Why don't we just go to bed and get some rest? We can deal with this when we feel better."

She didn't wait for an answer as she walked away.