1121/Pot Stickers and Beer

Pot Stickers and Beer
Date of Scene:	25 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	In which Darcy buys Scott lunch and Parker learns never to poke at Darcy. Or How much do cleavages shots go for these days?
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Ant-Man (Lang), Darcy Lewis, Spider-Man

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Gambit has posed:
It's a bit later in the evening and the Triskellion is a long ways away, but not so far that the odd super hero or two can be seen in costume in the Chinese place.

The hero today is Scott Lang, or Ant-Man wearing his biker helmet and shrinking suite to the bar hidden away in the very back of the place and sitting at the bar, his silver helmet rests on the bartop next to his drinks and he smiles around the place, keeping an eye out.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
It's a bit later in the evening and the Triskellion is a long ways away, but not so far that the odd super hero or two can be seen in costume in the Chinese place.

The hero today is Scott Lang, or Ant-Man wearing his biker helmet and shrinking suite to the bar hidden away in the very back of the place and sitting at the bar, his silver helmet rests on the bartop next to his drinks and he smiles around the place, keeping an eye out.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Fancy meeting you here," quips Darcy as she makes her way over. Payday. So she can eat out. Plus, hazard pay got in, so the paycheck is a little larger than usual. (THAT WHAT SHE SAID!) In her work attire, black suit, white tank top blouse, duct tapes combat boots, and green eyes behind brown glasses, the very much looks like a SHIELD Office Agent, Darcy Lewis slids into the seat next to Scott.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Oh, you DON'T have pink eyes. Somehow I knew it." Scott says, with a wink and then motions the barkeep over with his hand and says, "Whatever the lady is having." Before winking at the bartender with his hidden eye.

"Heh, c-come here often?" No, he doesn't get his joke either.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"No. I don't," Darcy grins, winking one of her very normal seeming green eyes. She looks up at the barkeep.

"Soco'nco and a Bud Lite," she orders smoothly before turning on her stool and smiling ever so sweetly.

"At least once a week. Pot stickers are sex in my mouth and I foodgasm everytime." Cue angelic smile.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott winks back at Darcy when she does towards him, playing along before lifting the drink to his lips and taking a sip before 'acking' as it burns all the way down. "Good GOD!"

"I-... I would make a joke, but I'm a true gentleman like that Darcy..." .... many long pauses as he is fighting to keep a straight face with twitches and micromovements of his facial muscles. "Just don't spit every where when you climax okay. I'm not into squirters."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy just smiles, sipping her drink when it arrives. Because she's a fucking lady!

"Do you even know what squirting is?" she retorts calmly, collecting a food menu because it's after work, she hasn't eaten since lunch, and if she doesn'te eat she will get so stupid drunk so stupid fast.

"Cause I swallow."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"I... " Scott turns as red as his suit at Darcy's question. "I- I!"

He can't even finish his thought and turns to drink more of his booze before gagging again with a gasp before looking at her closely and ordering another round for the two of them, already. "I, uhhh..." Thank god the bar is somewhat dark or he might look like QUITE the fool.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Left another one speechless. I fucking win at life," Darcy states with a self-satisfied grin. She toasts the bartender as he sets down the next round of drinks, and then orders a meal. Sweet & Sour Chicken, steamed rice, lo mien noodles, fucking pot stickers.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Healthy appetite, or did you not eat today?" Scott asks, glancing over to Darcy, lifting his drink between the two of them as if to offer a toast. His goofy face says he's already beginning to enjoy himself in Darcy's company and friendship.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Gotta keep my kick ass curves some how," Darcy retorts, clinking glasses and drinking down some beer.

"Have you eaten?"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Not for a while, so I'm going to steal some of your plate, and you're not going to say a thing about it. Darcy!" Scott teases, lifting his eyebrow up high on his forehead. Meaning she wont argue because of the deal they had made earlier.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You can't have any," deadpans the Agent as the food arrives. She takes her time getting her chopsticks out, not trying to protect her food. In fact, should Scott for anything she looks over at deadpans further: "Oh no. I said you can't have any."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott's chopsticks are already in his hand by the time the food gets at the bar and he snaps the tips together once as if trying to threaten and rush Darcy a bit but he fumbles and is left with just a stick that he tries to use to stab one of her pieces of chicken. He's going to get something tonight dang it!

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy watches him try to rush the plate, and she doesn't move a muscle to stop him. "No. Please, don't, stop. You can't have any of my delicious foodstuffs," she dead pans again, getting her chopsticks into place and reaching for a pot sticker... no where near the chicken.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
That's when is Karate-Chop-Action kicks in as he aims to bap her on the wrist as she starts to reach for her own food as he fumbles about to get himself a simple bite. "Oh." He says, as way of apology when she gets what she's most excited for.

"Sorry. My tummy has the rumblies."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Just don't eat hands, Carl," Darcy retorts, pulling her hand back to rub her wrist. "Fuck. I was trying to make it taste better for you," she says finally, reaching for another thing without blocking Scott from being able to get at anything on her plate. She signals to the bar tender for another round of foodstuffs.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott snorts, trying his hardest to not waste food, the man covers his mouth and turns away to save himself the embarrasement of Darcy seeing him at his weakest. Laughing like a freaking goober.

Turning back around he waves his hands, "Eat, I'm done, it's all yours anyways." Scott says reaching for and sipping more sake.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy likes men at their weakest? Smiling, she pushes her plate a bit further toward Scott before grabbing some chicken and dunking it in sauce.

"You are not done. Fucking eat a normal sized meal or I swear to zombie Jesus I will not show you my tits."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott does not need to be told twice. Or, that's what he tells himself as he blinks in Darcy's direction for a few moments before shaking his head and putting his hand on her shoulder. "Deal." Then, another small giggle fit that fades as he looks to his side where no one is seated and grabs another set of chop sticks so he can eat the food Darcy's willing to share with him. Such a sweet girl.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Behold! The power of boobs.

Dracy smiles knowingly and eats slowly so that when the second order of food arrives, it can basically just get added to what's already there. Darcy noms the pot stickers.

"So. How's Avenging this weeK?"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott Lang says, "Pretty... normal so far. I haven't gotten any calls." Scott says with a shrug, his leather suit squeaking and poping as he does so.

"It's not often they bring me in for stuff." The thief takes another bite of chicken off the plate and talks, with it between his chop sticks, very careful to not drop it by gesturing his hands, at all. "But Fury did say something about some factories being shrunk down so they could be hidden... sounds weird, interesting... work for me. But what about you, what do you really do there?""

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"No calls usually means no explosions. So, that's a good thing," Darcy comments, eating on some noodles.

"That does sound like a job for Earth's Tiniest Avenger." Beat, Darcy grins. "Me? I maintain office supply logistics."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Darcy... did you just pad your resume while talking to an Avenger?" Scott asks, his eyebrow closest to Darcy slowly climbs up his forehead like a drunk caterpillar. "And it's even ME!? The like... bottom of the totem pole one. Like, you didn't even know me before today." Scott says.

Looking over to make sure his helmet is still there and confirming it is and grabing another chug of sake, he waits for her response.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Pad my? What the fuck are you talking about? I don't gotta pad shit," she retorts, thumbing at herself at about chest level. No, reallly. What?

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"You move paper clips and post-its around, right?" Scott says with a wink towards Darcy before he palms his helmet and slides it closer to him and his food. Taking another bite he waits some more.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yes. Yes, I do. Office supply logisitcs," Darcy replies, as if that's the most normal thing in the world.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott, despite having the exact same order as Darcy, reaches over, his ant-man suite squeaking again, with his chopsticks to grab a piece of chicken and plucks it from her plate. "So you never told me why you wear pink contacts?" Scott asks, his free hand moving to rest on top of his Ant helmet off to the side, just making sure it's still there via his sense of touch.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Sitting at the bar in the chinese restaurant, Darcy watches Scott steal food from her plate.

"You can't have it," she deadpans again, once again making absolutely no move to stop him. She collects as rice for herself.

"Because why not?" she shrugs. "My team chose pink as one of their colors. I didn't want to play in glasses. I had plenty of money from my student loans. Stupid thing to spend student loan money on, but I figured, why the fuck not. No one had the right to say no, and they're fucking cool as shit. Why do you ask?" She washes down that bite with some beer.

Spider-Man has posed:
There is a thump outside, as Spider-Man lands on the awning in the back, does a somersault, and lands on the ground. He quickly moves around the building, to a quiet dead end corridor between some of the buildings, and after a quick once over, he changes with the clothes in his backpack. Now he sports a hooped polo shirt with a white collar, light green top, white band, indigo band, and another white band. The sleeves omit the second white band. Below that, he has on blue jeans and sensible brown shoes.

Rounding the corner, he'll head into a nearby Chinese restaurant. But as he passes through the door, he blinks several times at the sight of a man in a superhero costume, but without a mask. After a moment's hesitation, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a mirrorless Sony camera, just in case. He is a photographer after all, and he casually makes his way towards the bar. When he catches the bartender's attention, he asks, "uh, can I have hmm..." he pauses, not sure what he can afford, "how about a small order of Chicken Fried Rice and a glass of water?"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott smirks and chews on Darcy's chicken with a shit eating grin on his face towards her, listening to her talk with a smile. "Cause they were pretty cool and really set you apart from everyone else in that drab boring building." Yeah there's cool toys in there, but the actual building and most of the people are suits with like no sense of humor.

Over his shoulder, Scott glances at Peter and lifts an eyebrow at the man holding a camera and sighs softly towards Darcy. "Moment." Before reaching over and grabbing the helmet and putting it on, hiding his brown hair and face from the potential paparazzi.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'll think about wearing them more often," Darcy retorts, grinning until Scott looks over a shoulder. She follows his gaze to the young camera man who draws near to the bar to order himself lunch. A heartbeat to consider, and she turns in her stool. Her not-pink-today eyes focus on Peter, her red lips curl up into a sly smile.

"Hi there handsome. You thinking about taking an upskirt with that comera?" she asks, voice plenty loud enough to be heard by anyone in the area. And she is, in fact, wearing a skirt. A black pencil skirt that pairs nicely with the black business blazer and white silk cami that wear it NOT for the duct taped combat boots would read federal agent or bank teller.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter, having an identity of his own to protect, wasn't about to take a photo of the man's face. But in retrospect, he can see how that might have been the assumption. Of course, he did have his suit on, sans mask, in public, so... Ant-Man kind of had himself to blame if he did get a snap taken by Peter, or anyone else there. It's not as though camera phones are rare. But his little Sony was considerably better than them.

His food arrived quickly. It's Chicken Fried Rice. They always have some of it going, just like fast food burger joints do. But before he could even take a mouthful, he was embarrassed all to hell. His cheeks turned red, he looked at Darcy, nearly choking in a gulp, "um... hello?" He was so confused by that approach. Why do women approach him like that only when he has a girlfriend, he would wonder once he calmed down.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott thankfully had his helmet on when Darcy spoke and so his blush was hidden but then his helmet on was the worst thing that could have been for the avenger as her words cause him to spew his milk, (or mostly chewed up chicken) inside of his helmet.

"Oh- oh- OH!!! Come on. That's gross and you totally owe me for that Agent Pink." Coming up with a codename for her on the fly, incase she doesn't want her name exposed.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Not my problem you can't swallow," Darcy retorts at Scott, a self-satisfied smirk on her face when it's clear that she made BOTH of them uncomfortable.

"Hello," she says again to Peter, turning back to her food.

"Tell ya what, you keep your telescopin' lens in your pants, and I won't have to clock back in," she tells the cameraman with the sweetest (#sweetNotsweet) smile before turning a look on the Food-In-My-Helmet Lang.

"Agent Pink? Really? Fucking lame ass shit is that? Fucking Tazer Queen or get the fuck out."

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter, being a good boy from Queens, who was raised by his Aunt, is not really prepared for someone like Agent Pink. But at least he didn't spit out into a helmet. As his alter ego though, he'd be all over this. But for whatever reason, he has trouble letting lose when out of the suit. The mask gives him the safety and security of saying and doing anything, all in good taste of course, that comes to mind, and he has a very creative mind. But here, in this situation as Peter Parker, all he can do is smile at her.

"So, uh, Tazer Queen, I'm Peter Parker," he'll offer a hand, since the bar does make it easier to talk. And speaking over her to the guy in the suit, "aren't you the Astonishing Ant-Man?"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott reaches his hand up into his helmet to try and clean it out but only succeeds in smearing the chicken, and sauce in his helmet. He sighs and repeats defeated. "Fine fine, Fucking Tazer Queen. I don't think I'll need help remembering it."

Scott turns towards Peter and nods with his hand back inside of his helmet and a wet napkin trying to clean AND stay disguised at the same time. "I'm pretty astonishing, yeah."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You two are dorks," Darcy states, then reaches out to shake Peter's hand.

"Darcy Lewis, nice to meet you Peter Parker," she says pleasantly, as if she hadn't embarassed everyone but herself. She collects a pot sticker with her chopsticks - which have faint hints of red from her lipstick - and offers it out to Peter.

"Pot sticker?" Truce? For now.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter watches Ant-Man trying to clean his helmet in vain. He can't see what's going on, but he can guess. After a moment, he hands his camera to Darcy, "here, can you hold this for a moment," since she's between them, "and now you can clean it properly, if you want... or you could just go to the washroom? Clean it inside a stall or something?"

"Nice to meet you Darcy," he shakes back, and when offered the food, he'll take it gladly, though he'll take it with his fingers from her chopsticks. Then clean his fingers with a nearby napkin. "Thanks, it's good."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott sighs softly and gets to his feet and then makes his way away from the bar, following Peter's recommendation to go clean up in a bathroom.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy accepts the camera with her free hand, looking it over with a gentle smile. And then she tucks it into her bra, dead center, in her cleavage. Tuck, tuck, Darcy stuffs it down until it disappears, not even causing a lump in her shirt.

"Fair trade," she notes, and grabs her beer to toast Peter and his wise life choices.

"So. What do you do for a living, Mr. Parker?"

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter gasps at what Darcy does with his camera, "but... but... I need that! It's how I make my living. I'm a freelance photographer." He was very distraught at what she was doing. Yes, he had other cameras, but the body, of the camera, was around $800, and the lens another $1,200. He trusted her and had no risked $2,000 of his personal property. He was panicking, especially with where she had hidden it. He couldn't very well take it back.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Freelance? Shiny! So you totally could have wanted to snap upskirts," Darcy notes ever so calmly as she eats with so much relaxed calm.

"That's cool. I work for SHIELD," she states, like it's the most normal thing in the world, like she's saying she works at CVS or Walgreens or Starbucks.

Hi. My name is Darcy, and I work for a government organization.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott Lang is in the bathroom, doing his Ant thing in the handicapped stall.

Spider-Man has posed:
"So..." Peter says hesitantly, "S.H.I.E.L.D., that's nice, great place to work. I hear it has terrific dental. But uh, can I have my camera back?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Amazing dental," Darcy gushes with a smile, eating without shame or remorse.

"Cap's got pearly whites for a reason, yo." she adds, grinning innocently. Not so innocently.

"Oh, sure. of course you CAN," she replies... without making a move to go fishing for it.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott returns his his helmet cleaner than ever and sits back down while asking. "What'd I miss Fucking Tazer Queen." Not daring to forget the prefix to her name for a moment.

Spider-Man has posed:
Not really understanding, as he doesn't think of Captain America as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, or that he is who Darcy is referring to. She could be talking about a Captain at S.H.I.E.L.D., some random boss of hers. He decides to be a little more careful with his words, "Darcy, please return my camera to me and... undamaged?" He really didn't want to be out $2,000 today. He still was a week behind on his rent as it is.

"Darcy slipped my camera... inside her clothes," he explains to Scott looking adorably awkward about the whole ordeal.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Of course I will! I'm not a heathen," Darcy tells Peter, sounding scandalized. Not scandelized about having put his camera in her clothes. No. Darcy looks pleased with herself about this and so she turns to Scott, puffs her chest up and out and points at the neck line of her blouse.

Right there.

Darcy smiles then and resumes eating, finishing off the last of her Southern Comfort and Coke, green eyes flitting to Peter's plate.

"Chicken rice gets gross cold. You better eat up while it's warm."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Scott crosses his arms at Darcy and shakes the red eyed helmet at her without speaking again. "I know you didn't want him to get an upskirt, but that doesn't mean YOU get to give him an upskirt, but ... you do what you want, Fucking Tazer Queen."

Scott then takes up his chopsticks again and grabs another rice coated piece of chicken. Then he leans forward to be seen by Peter around Darcy and smiles beneath the silver helmet. "You can try and get it back, but she's wily. Best wait for it like when cat gets bored with a toy."

Spider-Man has posed:
When Darcy puffs her chest, the movement constrains some of the clothing, and there is the noticeable click of a camera going off... in burst mode. He'll definitely have to delete those photos, if Peter ever gets his camera back. Reluctantly, he takes a bit out of the chicken fried rice, but he had lost some of his appetite in the risk to his valuable property.

"Uh, thanks Ant-Man..." he was curious how Scott was going to eat through the helmet, but that camera meant so much to him. He had to get it back. He couldn't afford not to. She was toying with his livelihood.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy rolls her eyes at Scott, carefully reaching into her bra for the camera she heard click.The device is held out with apparent carelessness, but her grip is firm and certain as she sets it gently on the counter and slides it over.

"I'll take 25% of whatever those pics earn you, you're welcome. PS: try turnin git off before handing it over," she tells the photographer just as her phone rings in her purse. She collects it and brings it to her ear.

"Lewis. ... Eating. Want some? ... Right. Again? ...Okay. I'm clocking this as OT pay, though," she tells whomever called her as she pushes up. Cash fished from her purse, she sits it on the counter and finishes her drink.

"Work's gonna be fun with a buzz. Catchya later picture guy." A wink at Ant-Man. "Shorty. Next time you ride me, pick another orifice, okay? Okay. Peace out," she waves and heads out.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"See you in fifteen FTQ!" Scott says as he takes another bite, moves his hand over to pocket the cash she set down, leaving enough for the two of their meals as he said he would and stands up as his own comm system goes off. "Yeah yeah, I'm on my way." Ant-man nods to Peter. "Good luck with those photo's kid!" And he's headed out the door quickly.