12293/Poker Night

Poker Night
Date of Scene:	05 October 2020
Location:	Game Room, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Jane Foster meets the Avengers. Thor and Shulkie eat chicken wings until at least one of them is ill. Just another night at Avengers Mansion.
Cast of Characters:	Wonder Man, Hawkeye (Barton), She-Hulk, Thor, Wasp (van Dyne), Jane Foster, Black Widow (Romanoff)

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Wonder Man has posed:
The game room is decked out. Several bottles of very expensive liquor have been bought and set out. Buckets of ice and a folding table that all but creaks and groans under a mountainous pile of things that Simon knows are people's favorites. The place smells heavenly, the flavors wafting down the hallways like some sort of Warner brothers cartoon; the trails of delicious steams seeking to plunge like fingers into the nostrils of those in the area.

The room has been set up for things other than eating and drinking. Part of the room is pushed to the wall to let people mingle or dance; there is music playing. The music is best described as an eclectic mix, which can also describe the team as a whole.

Simon is fussing over things. He has cards and chips at the table and is trying to rearrange the last bit of the table "Who puts fries next to pizza? You put the wings by the pizza, and the fries by the wings." He is grousing. He must have lost track of the time as he is not wearing his glasses; his inhuman red gaze is available for all to see.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
For once, Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, can be seen without his bow and arrows. After all, this is the Avengers Mansion, which is practically his home. For tonight, he also traded the usual uniform for casual clothes, simple t-shirt and pants.

Six pack of beers in hand, he walks in the game room, sporting that famous grin of his. Already curious about the available food, secretly hoping there's some chocolate, Clint walks to the table where the food is placed. There is -so much - of it!

"Shit, Wondy, you want us to play for a week or what?" he booms, probably to startle Wonder Man.

She-Hulk has posed:
Jen's happy to actually just have a little bit of down time with her fellow super-folks. Lately it's been all lawyer work, and while that pays the bills, it leaves one a little dry on any kind of social contact with peers. She walks in, in comfy jeans and t-shirt, and looks over at the food table. "Presumably you did, since you set this whole thing up?"

She didn't bring food, but she'll walk over to the table. Avengers money means a really good meal that she doesn't have to pay for. "Hey, you guys."

Thor has posed:
Heading into the room is Thor with his arm wrapped about the shoulders of a smaller woman that is Jane Foster. He's talked about her quite a bit to his fellow teammates, so by now they should know who it is they are bringing over. Tonight seems like a good night to properly introduce his paramour.

"Hello!" He calls out with his deep throat of bravado. "We are here! Look at all this food. How did you know I was starving?" He grins over towards Simon as he gives Jane a nudge forward in front of him.

"Everyone! This is Doctor Jane Foster. The mortal woman that I have been courting. We have known each other for quite a bit of time, but I wanted her to meet my new family." He puts her right on the spot as he motions his large hands towards her.

He himself is dressed down in jeans and a tight black shirt that is snug to his body. He's left his hammer in his room, though he can snag it with a thought if need be.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet comes swaying in, little black dress, diamond stud ear rings... it's apparently as 'dressed down' as she can manage. Which is to say she only looks like she could go to -most- formal events at the drop of a hat. If she had a hat. But she doesn't. Because she's so dressed down, you see.

Although she's at least accessorizing. A martini is an accessory, surely. She smiles brightly and hums cheerily, "Evening darlings and dears, this ought to be fun! ...We're playing the rules that come on that little card in the pack, right?"

She puts on her best poker face... which, given how the corners of her mouth keep twitching up, does not bode well.

Jane Foster has posed:
People generally don't approach game nights like going into some kind of work interview, but for one Jane Foster the concept of formal introductions with a lot entirely about her grade in - well almost anything - was an intimidating event. It doesn't help she barely owns anything that aren't scrubs. She settled on soft grey chinos and a long navy blue sweater. She attempted to put some curl in her hair, but the stubborn strands are already threatening to go straight. The badge pinned to her chest proclaims 'GUEST' about as loud as if she was screaming it after having convinced SHIELD security that she wasn't a danger and producing more forms of identification than she thought she owned.

As she's escorted in and promptly introduced in Thor's booming voice, the woman freezes just momentarily. In short order she manages to stop deer-headlighting, raises a hand in her best professional wave and with her best professional smile says, "Hello everyone. It's a pleasure to meet you all finally."

Wonder Man has posed:
Clint got the drop of Simon. Simon starts and has to catch a hot wing in a hand. So, that is how he meets Jane Foster, with a sloppy, messy, orange hand full of now pulverised chicken wing. Suave as Janet van Dyne he is not. Simon lifts his left brow at Clint. "Hi? Clint." He says with a winning smile; he's an actor so he hides the annoyance. He notes as Thor arrives. "Have you ever seen Thor or Shulkie eat? I'm concerned we might not have enough." It is not said in a cruel manner. Snatching a napkin, Simon tries to clean up his buffalo hand. "Doctor Foster, it is great to meet you. I'm Simon Williams. You might know me from my Emmy-nominated science show that airs--" He stops himself, and straightens. "I'm Simon. Wonder Man. No relation." His lips quirk into a breezy smile. "Nice to meet you. I have a hand full of chicken, so forgive me if I don't shake hands?" He starts over to dispose of the wing in the trash, pausing only to delicately hip check Janet and lean over to assure her "You look great as always, Miss van Dyne." Not that Janet needs that sort of reassurance.

Simon has a baritone, and it doesn't normally boom the way that the God of Thunder's does. He gestures at Jen with his chicken hand. "Help yourself, everyone, please?"

She-Hulk has posed:
Jen looks over, and her eyes widen when she sees Jane there. The gamma-green amazon looks over towards Jane Foster, and she says "Please tell me he didn't kill you with the flower." Pause. Wait. She's here and alive. "Maim you. Cause dire bodily harm." She remembers "advising" Thor on a gift for Jane, and that not going QUITE as expected.

She groans a little, and looks to Janet. "Hey, Jan...don't suppose we could talk about an Avengers discount on some new outfits?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
After placing his beers next to the bottles of liquor, Clint turns around, visibly happy to see everyone there. It seems likes ages since so many of them gathered together. Being Hawkeye, he can't but have a good look at Jane, from a distance. Right, Thor definitely has good tastes.

Grabbing some chips by the table as he returns to the center of the room, he walks to greet Jane and waits that Simon is done introducing himself..

"Welcome, Miss Foster," he says, "We finally get to meet you. I'm Hawkeye, hrm, right, you prolly know that already." He pauses, nodding at the Asgardian, "Leave some food for us, will you, Thor?"

For some reason, Clint didn't call Thor by his favorite nickname of Goldielocks in front of Jane. But there's no saying how long this self-restraint will last.

Thor has posed:
"Nope!" Thor calls over to Clint at the mention of saving him food. "Tonight, I have challenged Jennifer to a wing eating contest and I have a crown to defend!" He won last year's by three wings. It was very close. The aftermath was as destructive as a Thanos fingersnap though. Blame the Asgardian booze that was sampled during it.

"I did not bring her any harm. I used the non-lethal flowers." He assures to his green skinned friend with a wide grin on his face as he plucks up a plate and begins to load it with enough food for himself and Jane. He made sure to acquire what types of food she liked ahead of time. He plucks a pair of beers as well from a table.

"Jane Foster is big fans of all of you as well. It means a lot that you let me bring her."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet takes a healthy sip of her drink, if only to cover the flinch at Thor's booming exuberance, and the knowing smile at Jane's reaction. Being around Thor is... definitely an experience. She can only imagine being introduced to the Avengers by him is all the more.

Her eyes light up as she looks to Jennifer, grinning -oh- so wide. Practically chershire, really. "Oh, you want me to design you some outfits? Of -course- we can discuss it!"

She lifts her free hand to Jane in a small little wave, calling out, her own voice nowhere near as room-filling as Simon, Thor, or Clint. "It's lovely to meet you Jane!"

She hipchecks Simon back lightly and grins brightly, "Hmm... I'd say I could get us all matching uniforms, but Tony always complains his has to be function over form."

Her mouth falls open, "Wait... a wing eating contest? You... is that something we need to warn SHIELD about? You know, so they aren't puzzled by their seismic sensors?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"You're good!" Jane says towards Simon by way of accepting the lack of a shake. To Clint she looks then and remarks while simultaneously sweeping a smile towards Janet, "Yeah, I heard he's had a few conversations about me. I'm glad to finally put faces to the names that he regales me about, well... faces that aren't on my television. Eventually this will all stop being surreal, I'm sure. But yes! Thank you for letting me join, it's an honor."

It's mention of flowers that seems to ease away some of Jane's nervousness and there's the clear gesture of her biting the inside of her cheeks to keep from outright laughter. "Oh, oh the *flowers*. They were absolutely lovely, really. They gave me the opportunity to study some abnormally large bees that suddenly became highly interested in my window. So outside of giving me a reason to keep my windows closed for awhile, everything went fine."

Wonder Man has posed:
"We're starting that now?" Simon asks, cleaning the chicken out from between his fingers. Chicken fingers. He snerks to himself. Still, it takes him a bit to scrape more of the poor wing out of his hand. Finally clean, Simon walks behind the bar to kneel down and pick up a heating pan that is stuffed to the rim with wings of unusual heat and size. The pan almost creaks as he lifts it up and starts over towards the card table.

"Don't let us down, Jen." He says as he moves towards the table. He does look at Janet and mouths 'we should crack a window' at her trying not to let too many others see that. "Clint? Can you grab the two rolls of paper towels behind the bar. They are going to need them for the wings. They are really saucy." He is shaking his head. It isn't until he gets back over to the poker table that he realizes he had his glasses off. There is a moment of dismay on his face before he hastily grabs the shades and perches them back on his nose to hide his eyes once more.

She-Hulk has posed:
Jennifer looks back to Janet. "Discount, Janet. I'm on a lawyer's salary. One who does more than a few pro bono cases." Janet's brilliant when it comes to fashion, but Jen worries that much like Tony, the realities that not everyone is a millionaire may come to her.

Jane gets a relieved smile. "Good. Thor's great, but I think every now and again he forgets that humans are more breakable than Asgardians." And then her gaze swivels back to Thor. "Well, MOST humans. You're going down, Odinson." She rolls her shoulders and cracks her knuckles. "She-Hulk smash."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Got it!" Clint replies to Wonder Man, already headed for the bar, where he grabs a couple rolls of paper towels. He stops just briefly to grab one of his 0.5% beers. No glass, can is just fine for him.

On his way back toward the table, he stops to the women, long enough to encourage Jennifer.

"Hey Greenie," he chuckles, "I've got 5 bucks on you. But be wary, men in love get hungry!" He then smiles at Janet, visibly happy to see her as well. "It's good to see you, Janet. It's been a while." He looks over at the table where Simon is busy with the wings. "I better bring him his paper towels, ShellHead will burst an artery if we get too messy!"

Thor has posed:
"Why are thou betting against a God for?!" Thor calls over to his friends. You're hurting my feelings." He says in a good natured manner. "At least Jane will think I'll win, right?" He places the plates of food down in front of himself and Jane as he eases down into a chair after pulling one out for her. He gives her a wide, white toothed grin to the Doctor.

"We do not have to jump right into the challenge immediately. We should take the chance to talk and get to know each other, and Jane!" He curls an arm around her shoulders once he cracks a bottle of beer open and hands it to her. "What have everyone been up to? It has been awhile since we have got together as a unit to take down something mighty."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet laughs and bobs her head at Jennifer, "Okay, okay, -lawyer- salary outfit. No unstable molecules or pym particles in the fabric. Don't worry, I have a very generous friend discount!"

She claps her hands lightly and laughs, shifting to look towards Thor.

"Oh, oh! Me first! I've been up to... okay, a lot of really boring company stuff that I'm -purposely not thinking about." She pauses for a moment, lips quirking. "Yep... that's about it. Shockingly little costumed mischief for me lately."

Wonder Man has posed:
"It has been too long." Simon quietly agrees with Thor. "I miss it." His shoulders move in an easy, slow shrug at Jane and tor. "We cheer for Jennifer because she is a human, Thor. If she succeeds it is proof of the human capacity of and for greatness." Simon regards Jen a moment too long, then winks at her playfully and purely in a self-mocking manner. He moves back towards the bar. "Anyone need a drink?"

As to him. "Just been trying to teach children that science is even more awesome than Wonder Man. It's a tough task, but I've got it." He looks about and barring Jen everyone seems to have at least a partial drink so he starts to mix himself up a gin and tonic; lemon not lime. His chin lifts and falls as he nods at Janet. "Someone has to keep the world looking good, Jan."

She-Hulk has posed:
"I'll take something, Simon. I'll need something if I'm going to beat down Thor in this." Jen says, though she does wink to the thunder god, though. With that, she'll get her plate of food and sits as well. "The poker and the wings."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Plate in hand, Clint helps himself with the food. Wondy really didn't spare any effort to create an amazing buffet. Once happy with his selection, he returns to the sitting area, opting for the couch, legs stretched and feet resting on the coffee table.

"You're right, guys, been a while we gathered that way."

He pauses, then raises his can of beer. Then in a solemn voice - or as close as he can with a mouthful - says.

"Let's toast! To the Avengers! And to our guest!"

Thor has posed:
"She is not a human! She is a /Hulk/!" Thor complains with a loud huff in his throat. "And we all know that Bruce can easily defeat me in a battle of wing eating. He beat me by forty last year and he even told me that he was still hungry!" He gives a long, pained look to Jane for a moment, then gives her shoulders a squeeze before he takes his beer and lifts it up.

"To the Avengers!" He calls out after Clint does in celebration with a loud laugh. "And to Jennifer's impending loss as I look to regain my honor and glory and retain the wing eating belt." He gives a lick of his lips in anticipation, then takes a sip of his beer after leaning over to clink his bottle against Jane's, then Clint's.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
    Janet drains her first martini and makes herself another... admittedly a little sloppy so she can raise in time for the toast and hums out, "Well! I'll back Thor in the wing eating contest! Sorry Jen, I'll add it to your discount to show I -really- believe in you!"

She takes a sip of her new drink and stage whispers, "You'd better win, Thor! I've got a great track record of betting I don't want to lose!"

Jane Foster has posed:
"Oof, bets like that put me in an awkward spot. Well, given that I trust the human spirit to prevail as it always does, even in defeat, I'll be supporting Thor." Jane says with all of the gravity due such a situation, even if its with a beer in hand. "Because I know firsthand the impact he can make on my own refrigerator. It is most impressive." She adds in a delicate emulation of the Asgardian.

She hoists her beer in a salute to wagers, friends, and family before leaning back in her chair, seeming more comfortable as the evening progresses.

She-Hulk has posed:
"To the Avengers!" Jen says. "And I can be both. Hulk and human. Not that I'm going to try this wing-eating in my not-Hulked out form." She leans back in her chair. "Bring on the battle." She looks over to Janet, and grins. "I get that discount whether I beat him or not, right?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
During all the revelry, the sound of the front door opening and closing is likely lost on the gathering in the game room. Or perhaps it would've been unheard anyway considering who entered. Quiet. Not one to draw attention. It's something that is natural to her. And annoying to those she tends to walk up behind to say hello in the morning, having sent more than one gallon of milk crashing to the floor.

She's dressed down. Jeans, a red blouse, a light-weight black leather coat with matching boots. In her right hand is a brown bag with an obvious bottle in it.

"Sorry I'm late," Natasha murmurs as she comes in the room, pulling the bottle of top shelf vodka out of the bag and adding it to the bar. When one does not cook, one is best off bringing alcohol to such gatherings.

Wonder Man has posed:
"Avengers." Simon agrees, lifting his gin and tonic even as he hustles over to deposit a giant stein of something potently alcoholic yet slightly fruity and feminine in front of Jen. He adds as an aside, "Hulks are people too." Simon finally sits, all but flopping into a chair. He reaches his left hand up to adjust his glasses as he situates himself. He looks between Jen and Jan quixotically. "Heya Tasha." He calls over to Natasha as she speaks up.
    "That is how you sneak in, Clint." he grouses. "No chicken fingers that way."He scoots over on the couch to give her plenty of room if she wants it.

Thor has posed:
"Hello, Natasha! I have brought Jane Foster!" Thor says as he gives a motion of his hand to the woman at his side who is swallowed up by one arm wrapped about her shoulders. "You met in the coffee shop briefly. Have you come to cheer me on the annual wing eating contest, or will you be cheering on Jennifer?"

He places his pile of wings in front of him, rumbling hungrily at the sight of them as he gathers up some napkins. "And no eating the bones!" He calls over to The She-Hulk. "Your cousin would eat the whole wing and it is cheating." He gives a nod of his head firmly, grinning.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Last I heard," comes Clint retort at Windy's comment, "We're having a wings eating contest here, not a sneak in contest. And what about poker?"

From the couch where he's sitting, feet on the coffee table and plate on his lap, Clint waves at Nathasha as she comes in. "Hey Tash, glad you made it."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
First Natasha pours herself out a double size vodka neat. Then she moves to the couch, setting it on the coffee table by Clint's feet. Jacket removed, laid over the back of the couch where she will be sitting. Then she plops down, picking up her glss and leaning back comfortably. "I didn't bet. Tired of always picking the losing horse," is her response.

She glances over at Jane, considering a moment. She's still there and doesn't seem traumatized. "Guessing he didn't give you any body parts of his enemies? Good."

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane Foster looks to the newest arrival into the room and offers Natasha a grin that starts polite and then falters, the kind of noise escaping her that's suggest it's a good thing she wasn't actively drinking. Beer does not belong in nostrils. "...oh, there were *other* ideas than flowers?" Slowly, the woman shadowed by the arm of Thor over her raises up her eyes to its owner. "Touching, but I just don't have the space to display those kind of... trophies."

The fact that she hasn't run yet is likely a superpower all on its own.

She-Hulk has posed:
"Hulk usually isn't clever enough to figure out the bones have to come OUT after he eats them. Or that they fill up your stomach more. I am. You're in over your head before." Jennifer gives a wave over to Natasha. "Heya, Nat! How's it going?"

She looks back to Jane. "You don't WANT to know some of the other ideas. Be glad he came to me and you got flowers." she winks to the scientist.

Wonder Man has posed:
"Certain people need to have their wing eating contest first." Simon replies to Clint. "Otherwise a certain all-too-clever lawyer lady will use the wing sauce to mark her cards." he shoots Jen a little look as he says it. His grin cracking open his face it is so wide.

Simon nods at Jane. "there were other ideas. Some nameless people might have been playfully and affectionately giving him bad advice." Simon looks over the rims of his glasses at a certain unnamed archer but doesn't name names at all, Clint. Simon lifts his drink and savors the flavors for a moment. "What sort of doctor are you? Surgeon? Family practice?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Well, he was concerned the heads wouldn't fit through the door anyway, so I have to say he chose the right option. Considering the lack of wall space."

Said deadpanned and flat in response to Jane and the others. Which makes it hard to tell if Natasha is kidding or being serious.

Thor has posed:
"N.. No.. I did not bring her any body parts." Thor coughs lightly under his breath when Natasha brings up their earlier conversation. "I went with flowers. Normal sized flowers." He says with a nod of his head.

"We can play poker first before the contest if you wish, Simon! Perhaps some friendly competition will wet our appetite ahead of time. That and you will have to teach me how to play it."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet shakes her head and murmurs out softly, "Oh, we should -definitely- do the wing contest first, because... of... totally legitimate reasons."

And it's not because she's now furtively looking back and forth between Jane, Natasha, and Thor, trying to figure out whether or not Thor was actually considering the heads of his enemies as good gifts.

Because he probably was.

It's because she -still- can't tell if she thinks Natasha was joking. And anything that can delay this poker game is going to help her wallet. ...And that's when it hits her she doesn't even know what the stakes of the card game are. Oh no.

Wonder Man has posed:
    "Eat the damn wings before they get cold!" Simon counters with a warm laugh. "Poker is an excuse to spend time together. It isn't like it used to be. People have second careers and .. girlfriends, and greater responsibilities with other agencies." Simon looks at Jen, Thor, and Tasha in order as he says it. "People have more responsibilities. We are all trying to make the world better in ways that do not involve smashing things, or hammering them, or shooting, or whatever it is that Janet and i do." He shoots Janet a playful grin. "I miss you guys. it is important to remember we're family. So eat your wings." He makes a hand gesture as if to spur the contest along.

Jane Foster has posed:
"New York City studio, you're not wrong." Jane says with a gesture of her beer towards Natasha. Dark blue eyes shift back towards Thor as the doctor picks up on the falter, and there's a bland look on her face like she's probably going to be checking the contents of her freezer when she gets home.

"Oh!" She catches Simon's question. "Oncology, actually. I just started my residency at Bellevue. I just got back to town after school, which is what took me away for a few years and why Thor and I lost touch. Not that I realized who I was working with then."

There's another drink of her beer before she gestures towards the table, "Yes, come on, let's see this competition. Thor's been talking it up. I didn't go through a near cavity search to miss this."

Thor has posed:
HERE. WE. GO. AVENGERS WING EATING CONTEST 2028!

IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE GOD OF THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER! THOOOOOOOOOOOR ODINSON!

AND IN THIS CORNER! WE HAVE THE HULK WITHOUT THE BULK! SHE IS AS STUNNING AS SHE IS STRONG! SHEEEEE-HUUUUUULLLLLK!

The two challengers face off at the large table before them with dozens of wings stacked upon one another on multiple plates. Jane gets the pleasure of being the 'counter' for this competition in the form of flipping numbers over when a plate is finished. Each plate has thirty wings.

DING DING DING! AND THEY ARE OFF!

The God of Thunder and the Jade Avenger are neck and neck for most of the dual as they hungrily power through the wings. Thor uses a suck the meat off the bone technique, while Jennifer tears each wing apart in two quick bites. The minutes tick by, the plates disappear. Water is sucked down. When the clock finally dings 'ten minutes', it is the God of Thunder who once more, narrowly squeaks by with the lead. Four wings!

He also looks as if he may be regretting this decision. He pounds his fist on the table happily, his face a mess of sauce much like a toddler would be when they learn how to use a spoon.

"OH THANK ODIN! I don't think I can look at another wing." He gives his stomach a clutch. "You were once more a worthy opponent Jennifer!" Burp. Oof.

She-Hulk has posed:
Jen groans a little. "Right now I'm just glad that Hulks regenerate. Uuggggh." The jade giantess leans back, and looks at her hands. "I need to go wash up. Be right back."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
After watching the contest, Clint looks down at his plate, unfinished. For some reason, he just suddenly lost all appetite. And five bucks.

Good sport, Clint walks to congratulate Thor, which is done with a mighty tap on his back. Maybe the archer is trying to find out if Asgardian gods can throw up.

"Well done!," he chuckles, "And nice try for Greenie!"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet finds herself staring. Oh, not during the contest. Well, maybe during the contest. She isn't sure.

It's all some sort of bizarre colour-swirling blur in her memory, like trying to comprehend a higher dimension.

She shakes her head and mumbles, "That was... that... I think -I- feel full." She gestures towards Jennifer, "I think you've earned the extra rare ultra special Janet Van Dyne personal hundred percent discount, Jennifer! Well, on at least -one- outfit."

Jane Foster has posed:
"That's just terrifying." Says the wing-counter in a small voice as Jane watches the competition go down. Or is grotesque a better word? Fascinating? It's like watching an open heart surgery. Everything internally says don't watch, but it's equally wonderous as it is wrong. At some point she's barely covertly whispering to someone nearby, "He's not staying over at my place tonight. No. I need my deposit back." Jane has learned well enough about Asgardians and taking everything to an exponential degree. She is not courting that kind of disaster tonight.

As the final count is tallied and towels are thrown in, Jane leans back from the carnage upon the table and lets out a soft whistle. She reaches out for her second beer and holds it up, muttering a quiet and solemn, "For the chickens." before taking a drink.

Wonder Man has posed:
It is something to watch. Simon does not have to eat anymore. He looks a little green around the gills, not Shulkie level, but still. He slowly shakes his head. "Every time you do it I say I will not watch, yet every time I cannot bare to take my eyes off it." He mutter mostly to himself. "it's.. a wing-op-alypse." He slides to his feet to start discarding the bones, like some sort of ancestral chicken graveyard, into the garbage. He softly, almost mournfully shakes his head. "Tasha? Crack a window?" He actually says it out loud.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
For her part, Natasha claps in approval as the contest comes to an end. She had no horse in the race. She had nothing to lose. "Well done! Thor stands as champion once again.

She hops to her feet. "But now I'm hungry. Any wings left?" As Jane raises her glass, Natasha raises hers. "For the chickens."

Thor has posed:
Errrp. "For the chickens." Thor mutters under his breath in a pained manner. He even has the meat sweats! When Clint hits him on the back, he 'hurks', then covers his mouth as he rises upwards. A God does not puke in front of his friends. Sober. There are rules! He gives a loud, visible swallow, then clears his throat as he waves his hand to them. He's okay! Really.

"I am going to wash up. Verily." He mutters weakly as he stumbles for the hallway to head to the restoom. Make room, Jenny! Let's hope they aren't in neighboring stalls. They may need to contact hazmat.

"I'll be back in a moment!" Maybe.