4672/Changeling: Thank-You for Being a Friend

Changeling: Thank-You for Being a Friend
Date of Scene:	17 June 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Quake, Hawkeye (Barton), Darcy Lewis, Lag
Tinyplot:	Changeling

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Quake has posed:
Skye and Clint had invited a few of their friends over for a thank-you gathering, and to hand out a few gifts and relax after their more eventful than planned vacation. Skye wanders out of the kitchen with a bowl of chips, and plunks herself on the end of the couch.. the 'why do we have a purple couch again?' couch.

"So, any idea who all is planning on showing up? I kinda promised to show Lag around some. We did actually ask specific people this time, right? You didn't put signs in the break room?"

She's pretty sure Clint didn't do that, but you never knew.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"I did that one time!" Clint grouses good naturedly from the purple couch. He gives it a pat. "Because I stole it from my room at the Avengers mansion?" he asks. Which of course doesn't explain why he had it there in the first place. "Besides, purple is the colour of royalty." And Hawkeye's costume.

"And yeah, just specific invitations, Darcy, Lag, Nat and You-know-who," he says not saying Wade or Deadpool's name like he was Voldemort.

He reaches over to the six pack he'd brought out from the kitchen before sitting down and pulls one free of the rings. "Want one?" he asks Skye. And yes it's the frou-frou hipster beer from Gino's because of course it is.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It was a text, sent just to her? Gather at Skye and Clint's, 8pm. Not one to miss hanging with her friend and the beau and possibly gettign Skye to stammer and blush like a school girl in retaliation for the stunned speechless the hacker left Darcy in earlier that day at teh Triskelion, Darcy does't RSVP. She just shows up.

With sex for your mouth. I mean, potstickers.

And real beer. Because fuck that frou-frou bullshit.

Approaching the door, she moves to start shifting things from hand to hand so she can ring the bell.

Quake has posed:
Skye grins from her end of the couch. "You mean you had Vision steal it from the mansion. Speaking of, did you leave word for him? I left word for May and Fury, too, but May said she was off on a strike team soo... Speaking of, we're going to have to use those ingredients soon." Such a shame, right? "And I bet we could spell his name. He can't spell it, can he?"

One could only hope?

Darcy's walk up the walkway casts a shadow, but when the door doesn't immediately open, Clint gets a nudge with her toe. "Someone's at the door. Your turn."

An arbitrary decision there.

Lag has posed:
"Yo, let me get that," Lag says coming up. "You got your hands full." Cradled in one arm is a brown bag with the hard stuff for later in the night. He rings the bell with his free hand.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Sure if we want to be all factually accurate about it," Clint says about the couch. "And yep, left word for him at the Mansion. Not sure where he was at, recharging or something."

He cracks the beer and has a sip. "Whose name, W-A-D-E?" Clint asks as the doorbell rings. "Probably safe, he's Canadian, he probably spells it with a U."

"Fiine," Clint says when he's sent to the door, the beer is set down and he wanders across the townhouse to the door, the archer is dressed casual, a purple t-shirt with a target pattern on the front and jeans. He opens the doors and smiles, "Hey guys come on in," he says stepping out of the way calling back to Skye, "Darce and Lag are here."

Quake has posed:
"Oh, god, tell me she didn't scare him away already?" Skye is laughing though.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
When Lag comes up and rescues her by helping her out, Darcy smiles a bright beaming smile. She's fresh from a shower, because she went to skate after work and didn't think she should show up smellin glike success.

"Hey, thanks," she manages just as Clint opens the door.

"Hey, Locksley. What's shakin' Merry Man?" she quips, making her way in and looking for-

"Hey! Shitcode!" Darcy calls out, beelining for Skye and dropping off her offerings on a table so she can body-crawl-hug Skye into the purple couch. Because reasons.

Lag has posed:
"No problem," Lag says to Darcy, with a smile of his own.

He offers Clint a hand after Darcy moves past him. "Yo, Clint. How's it going? Brought the good stuff for later," he says. He follows Darcy's lead and drops off the bottles on the table."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Nah, he's still here," Clint calls back to Skye from the door.

"Been alright, glad to be home," he replies to Darcy. "How about you? Staying out of trouble?" Faint hope there.

"Hey glad you could make it, Marty," he says with an up-nod before he leads the way to the living room letting the door close behind them.

"And awesome, not sure you've been introduced to our usual beer, but it's an acquired taste," Clint says nodding to the sixer on the coffee table. "We've got snacks over there and some pizza on the way, make yourself at home."

Quake has posed:
Skye laughs as Darcy hustles her way in, drops packages, and crawls on over for hugs. "Heh, watch it Glittertits, my man might get jealous. That whole newlywed thing, you know." She winks at Clint as she nabs Darcy up in a likewise hug. "Shit, you'd think you missed me or something."

She calls over to Lag, "It's a long story about the beer. And don't mind the place. We were afraid of it too before we moved in. And it's only pizza if May doesn't show up. Pizza is the backup plan. I have a fridge full of ingredients that are damn well going to get used come hell or high water."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Ha!" Darcy laughs at Clint's faintly hopeful question. This is Darcy. Trouble's a shade of red lipstick. Crawled on Skye, Darcy gives a squeezing hug and then grabs her face to plant a wet sloppy cartoony smooch on her cheek.

"Hotpants can take pictures," she retorts, using the smooch to cover the whisper.

"The cloth is amazing and gorgeous and I am getting you back for it someday."

"Oh!" she calls out louder now, pulling away from Skye and pushing up to her feet.

"I brought Sex," she says, hand unfurling Vanna White style over the bag in which those pot stickers rest.

Lag has posed:
Lag picks up one of the beers, looks at it, and glances at Clint with a raised eyebrow. "The hell, man? And to think I respected you," he says with a grin and gives his head a shake.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint rolls his eyes at Darcy's response. "It's Hot/shot/," he says. "And only Skye calls me that."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, true, if May shows up, then we're going with plan A, but for now, Darcy has potstickers," he continues with his explanation for Lag.

Clint gives Skye a smile about the place before turning back to Lag. "First off the beer is awesome and yeah, about the house, totally not on the take or anything, Lara from work is renting it to us at a discount."

Quake has posed:
"Darcy /had/ potstickers," Skye corrects, poking her friend. "And what's with holding out on those. Lead with the sex in your mouth, and then the gratuitous groping."

Skye chuckles as she disentangles herself from Darcy. "And you liked your gift, so shut up."

Lag gets a mock sigh and an admonishment, "Hey, don't knock the beer. Some people have songs? We have that beer." She doesn't explain further, but she does introduce Marty to Darcy.

"Marty, this here is Darcy Lewis. She's in aquisitions and admin at SHIELD. You want something, she's got someone beneath her going to ask for paperwork in triplicate. Try not to make her life hell, or I'll hear about it. That means don't lose your gun and try not to rip too many uniforms."

"And Darcy, that there is Marty Perkes. Brand spanking new Agent-in-Training. *My* brand spanking new Agent-in-Training."

Skye casually grabs for the bag that Darcy is now making like Vanna White over. "Don't know what the rest of you are eating, but dibs on these."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"It's Hotpants. Get over it," she tells Clints, grin falling when Skye claims HER potstickers.

"Duh fuk, woman! I brought that oral orgasm to fucking share," she gripes, lips grinning. More might have happened but introductions.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry your Shitcode's newb. She takes her coffee with twenty creams and a mountain of sugar, likes Red Bull over Monster, and it s fucking pot-sticker theif!" Darcy so did not forget about the pot stickers. She tries to 'rescue' her bag. So she can SHARE the foodstuffs.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, rolling his eyes again, "Whatever, Darcy," he says good naturedly, grabbing a bite of chips.

"Want anything from the kitchen?" he asks Lag. "Something tells me neither of us are getting any potstickers."

The bit about Lag being Skye's new newb gets a chuckle, "I am sure he knows what he's in for."