10245/Drago's return

Drago's return
Date of Scene:	28 November 2019
Location:	Claridge's, Midtown
Synopsis:	Bruised and exhausted, Nick heads home in the early Thanksgiving morning to find a familiar face as a new neighbor.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Witchblade

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As it was in Bludhaven, it's freaking cold. With it now being the early AM hours, it's even more so. Most people are very much in bed. Sleeping away to build up the energy needed for the last full work day before the Thanksgiving festivities. Outside is quiet, including the non-descript dark sedan with tinted windows pulling up in front of Claridge's. The car lingers.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara Pezzini's not sleeping. She's headed home to bed, mind. Her car's tucked away, but she's brought her gear home since she's got the next four days off, and figured if she runs into anything....it's better to have her gear to hand. Mostly since Pezzy's never off the clock, homicide doesn't respect days off. Sara nods to the white gloved doorman and smiles as she puts a foot on the step, aware of how cold it is. The temp gauge in her car showed 15, though that could have been the speed in New York traffic. Either way, she's got her buttton down shirt on, slacks, winter boots and a winter coat are her ownly nods to it being bitterly cold. Still she takes a step up into the building itself. Not quite fishing for her keys yet (they're safely locked away in a zipped pocket), Sara's taking her time getting to her door.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The car idles for a few moments before the back right passenger door opens, allowing for Nick to step out. Unlike the last time he met Sara, his hair is not covered up by a cap and instead is pulled back into a n- well, no longer neat ponytail. The surprise greeting just after his last gig took care of that. The nice blue dress shirt and dress pants is also pretty dirty on the back as well, streaked with a bit of street dirt. On top of that the purplish mark starting to appear from under the back of his collar is not really helping with the kept together look either. It's been a shit night and Nick's not sure what could make things any worse.

Stepping up the steps, he gives a polite, but still brief greeting to the doorman as he steps into the lobby.

Once the passenger is safely inside, the unmarked car drives off.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's slowly, methodically making her way to her apartment and listening for anything out of place. She's on alert, and got herself worked up. Maybe it was the murder scene she worked before coming home, but Pez is a little anxious. Even so she turns and takes in the interior of her building. Good, no corpses. No blooodstains. Nothing like that. Exhaling a little, Pez looks a little agitated. Still, she's not keeping her backk to any of the doors, doing an awkward rotating crab walk, type....thing to ensure she can get her hands up if trouble strikes. Sara really needs to relax some. it's her building, she lives here after all, She does though on instict, double back to check her mail at....1am. Because she didn't do it at six before setting off. That's.....uh....her brain's not fit for math. 24 minus...ah fuck it. She's heading for her mail thingy, and she's going to check it. No matter if it wakes people up. When she's a homicide detective, Pez has a certain way of doing things.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick pauses in the lobby, glance becoming a bit distant until the sound of the door closing behind him triggers a long drawn out sigh and shakes his head. It's cathardic, although the jar of pain combined with the overall exhaustion does cause for him to abort the second part of his actions. Pulling out his key, he starts to step towards the door of the shared condo, pausing as a familiar face moves into his view.

The performer stops again, looking at Sarah curiosly. What?

Witchblade has posed:
Sara cants her head a little. "I live here" Sara points out. "I came to get my mail since I didn't have a chance this morn....yesterday morning" she corrects herself. She's next door to the condo, home wise. And oh yeah, she's....totally checking her mail. Sara shuffles her feet. "You on your way home?" she asks, the cop in her still on the clock. Even if she isn't being paid. Sara glances over her shoulder and then does a full turn to face Nick.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's curious look turns into one of more amusement as Sara's voice starts jogging his memory of where he's met this person before. "Yes. I live here too. For a good six years." He pauses, glances to the doors, "So, how long have you lived here?" Ah yes, "Sara, right?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods. "Yep, Sara. Pezzini" Sara nods. "Detective. NYPD" she adds and smiles, remembering moving into this place. "Six months. I used to live out in the Bronx. I moved here because it's more my speed and quieter" she adds. More expensive, too, but she won't say that aloud. Instead, Sara looks around. "I love the place" she says and decides screw it. She'll get her mail later. Something's nagging at the back of her mind.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ah." The amusement fades from Nick's expression. "Well, guess that explains the club soda." He states aloud, voice a bit low. He turns to step towards the door, exposing the dirty, bruised back to her as he reaches towards to the door. "It's good to get to know your neighbors. For instance, I now know that you're pretty good with story telling."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods, then her face turns serious as she takes in the bruised back. Somebody worked him over real good, she thinks. She shakes her head. Maybe, just maybe...she should apologize for the club soda thing. "Look, I'm sorry about the club soda,I had a job to do, okay. It wasn't anything personal" Sara says. That comes out way more defensive than she meant. "But yeah. I'm good at storytelling Just..." she trails off, and she's silently wondering who the hell worked this guy over. hell, he's her /neighbor'/....that automatically means Sara's more protective of him than random people. They are seperated by a wall, and a walk to the door of they wanted to visit one another. Sara scuffs her boot for a moment. That nagging feeling's not going away.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head, "It's not the club soda. It's ju-" He pauses, sighing, key lowering, looking to Sara, "Ok. I'm going out on a limb here and saying the whole story you spun at Luke's was nothing but bullshit. You go running out suddenly after a story like that, you're going to concern some people."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head opening the door. It was spun as bullshit. Except, her apartment /ahs/ been ransakced. "It's not." she says with a note of annoyance in her voice. Though. That's aimed squarely at those who decided let's break into a detective's apartment. Good fucking job, geniuses. Sara looks back to Nick. "Honestly. I was undercover in the club, was asked to keep an eye on it. But" she says with a Scout's salute. "Scout's honor I won't BS you around any more" she adds with a nod.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Pale blue eyes focus on Sara, lips closed in consideration as the glance shifts over to the scout's salute. He shakes his head, "Guess this is not the best way to meet your neighbors."  Nick glances downwards, giving a tired, somewhat forced chuckle. "Sorry, It's been a long evening."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shakes her head. "Not the ideal way. On the other hand,it's just me, and not a corpse, fifty uniforms, half of Homicide and the media crashing this place. Small mercies" Sara admits, then looks back to her apartment again. "Great, I need to crash somewhere else, my place did get broken into. Though really, it's so bare you wouldn't know, my desk got opened up. That's all I can see from here" Sara admits. She's not a fan of half the PD cramming into here to meet her neighbors

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well, here's hoping you're better at your job than your Gotham counterparts." Nick comments as he moves from the door, glancing to Sara's door. "You mean your apartment got broken into just now?" His tone is a bit disbelieving considering the topics prior.

Witchblade has posed:
"Not just now. When we were both out at the club" Sara says. Jeez, that makes it sound like a.....a...date or or, or...something. No, not a date. Sara was working. And Nick was there too. Nothing to it. Sara though raises an eyebrow. "Now why would you say that about the NYPD?" she asks with a nod. "I'm curious. I've heard all sorts about the GCPD" she admits. The unspoken part is 'and it is mostly mixex'

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick blinks. Yes. Why DID he bring that up? He brings a hand up to his head, "Sorry. I'm tired, in pain, and you seem to have a knack for stirring up old memories." He shifts back to his door, unlocking it, leaving Sarah the view of the dirtied up backside, "I just really need to lie down." As the door creaks open, there's a pause as he considers that it is technically the morning, "...OH and Happy Thanksgiving."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara smiles. "Thanks, and the same to you" she nods, "Any plans for turkey day?" she wonders. From the bar to....now, it's weird. Sara's done her googling on GCPD as part of the job and knows about unsolved cases. She's not going to discuss it with Nick. yet...not that she knows specifics. Plus they're both more social than cops.,.,....well, that's not hard given the NYPD stereotype. Sill, though Sara shrugs. "I should hit an all night store and buy a turkey huh?" she asks. "No way I'm driving to work to get some dried up reheaated turkey bits." she says. The unspoken offer is she'l cook. if Nick wants to drop by he's welcome.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Honestly, I'm just going to lie in bed and don't get out.", Nick replies simply, door opening. "For one person, I'd recommend going to a hotel with a restaurant and pay for their buffet. Cheaper." He steps in. "Ni-err. Morning." The door shuts.