14515/A Coffee Date

A Coffee Date
Date of Scene:	18 August 2022
Location:	The Coffee Bean - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Gambit

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Black Canary has posed:
Remy, while doing his caper, found his phone with a text message on it. "The Coffee Bean. Near ESU."

In the meantime, Canary, still in outfit, strides into the Coffee Bean, ignoring the brief explosion of silent staring that her entry generated, and orders.

"Take the biggest cup you've got," she says. "Then make as many short espressos as you need to fill that cup. Top it with whipped cream. Then tell me how much I owe you."

For the record, it turns out that's 12 short espressos in her cup.

Flashing a smile at the phones being pointed at her, Canary finds a seat near the corner where the windows meet so she can watch the street in two directions while sipping her death drink.

"How long will it take him to work up the nerve?" she wonders to herself.

Gambit has posed:
The answer? Less time then you'd expect. Remy arrives withing twenty minutes, placing his own order for a "Twix Coffee", something he apparently orders regularly enough the barista knows what he is talking about then heads over to the table where Dinah is waiting. "Got yah message chere." He says with an amused smile on his face. "Hop Ah not keep you waiting long."

Black Canary has posed:
The sudden flurry of phone photographs as Remy sits down with her makes Canary sigh a bit. "This is going to break Instagram, I swear," she mutters.

Holding her cup up to the light, then, she makes a bit of an assessment of how much she drank.

"Only about two deep, so, no, not long."

Taking another sip of the drink she sizes up Remy's choice. "If I were to ask you what a Twix Coffee is, would I regret it?" she wonders aloud.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs slightly, "Caramel Frap, Two pumps halzenut, java chips, extra caramel, mocha drizzle ovah de whipped cream. Taste like yah drinking a Twix bar. Friend of mine got me 'ooked on dem. Den 'E started dating mah ex, so Ah guess Ah owe 'im double." He says in an amused tone, holding out a clean straw for her to taste it if she likes.

Black Canary has posed:
Canary accepts the offer and tastes it, blinking a moment as the taste coats her tongue.

"It does taste almost exactly the same as a Twix bar. That's ... really spooky." She holds up her cup, waving it vaguely. "But not enough caffeine. I'll stick with this."

She winks and gathers up a straw of her own to offer her drink to Remy in return.

"You should try this one. It makes colours ... more vibrant."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "Well steady 'ands are very important in mah line of work but..." He takes the straw, inserts it into her cup, places his thumb over the end and withdraws it, letting the straw then drain into his mouth. He blinks lightly and makes a silent "woah" face. "Dat taste like pure espresso."

Black Canary has posed:
"It is," Canary says. "With a cap of whipped cream. This cup is apparently 12 of them."

She takes a deep gulp from her cup, leaving a little glob of cream on her upper lip, to the left, that she cleans off with her tongue.

"I like to be awake at night when I'm out working," she adds by way of explanation. "I can sleep on the flight home. Or up in the Watchtower in my bunk. Or in some hotel somewhere."

She chuckles.

"Also it's fun watching colours come alive. Hell of a buzz. Almost as good as adrenaline."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins just a little bit and shrugs, "Ah c'n usually stay awake as long as Ah need to. Ah'll crash after foh sure, but till den.." he shrugs and sips his coffee, then tilts his head slightly as if considering something. "Unless it's watching a moniter. Yah put me in front of a screan and say "Watch dis, and it's lights out." He chuckles, "Drives mah team leader crazy.

Black Canary has posed:
"Team leader? There's a team of sneak thieves then?" Canary says with mischief in her eyes lighting up the blue. "Sounds like something I might have to investigate. Make sure you're on the up and up dispensing justice instead of dispensing with it."

She stirs her drink a little, looking inside of it to watch the white foambergs break up and dissolve.

"Just kidding of course. I did some checking while I was waiting. That lawyer is a scumball. I've passed the information on him on to a few people who may be in a place to take him down once you're through with him."

She looks up at Remy, locking eyes. "So thanks for the tip."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles and is very amused by the idea of Scott as a thief. "Differen sot of team," He says with a smirk, "Ah'm mostly retired from dat game. Otis a special case." He shrugs, sipping his drink and nodding. "De whole firm is tied up wit' allot of shady but very powerful people, so be careful non? Some mah own contacts say dey even got Supernatural connections. Hate foh bein' de reason a pretty woman gets 'er soul ripped out.

Black Canary has posed:
"I have a few heavyweights on my side too," Canary reassures Remy. "And I'm always careful. It's why you never see my exploits in the news."

Uh...

At this point, a woman in her very early 20s approaches the table, stopping at an excessively respectful distance and waits. Canary closes her eyes a moment, then pastes on a smile, looking at the girl.

"Yes?" "Uh ... Ms. Canary?" "Call me Canary." "OK... Canary? Uh ... listen ... I'm a journalism major?..."

The girl's voice rises so high her nervousness that it practically breaks glass.

"And," Dinah interrupts, "you want to know if it's OK to interview me." The girl mutely nods. "At the moment I'm not free, but if you give me your phone number, or the number of your editor if you want to go that route, I can arrange a time."

The girl's face brightens up and she fumbles in her purse for a piece of paper and a pen. She finally finds a small piece of cardboard and scrawls her number on it, handing it to Canary.

"Thank you so much, Ms.... I mean Canary!" she exclaims before scurrying off.

Canary's rolls her eyes after turning her head away, looking idly at the number on the card, then flipping it over and stopping, staring. Her eyes snap back to the woman with one eyebrow raised. Silently she shows the back side to Remy: the business card of an infamous, upscale, fetish-oriented lingerie store. "They're starting young," she says with a snort, relaxing again.

"So, yes, I've passed the information on. That firm may find itself on the receiving end of higher pressure than it knows. Couldn't happen to a nicer crowd." She snorts. "Whatever supernatural they've got will have to face up to Vixen, probably, given some of the rare animal smuggling they seem to be enabling... I pity them."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks amused at the interaction and then adds an even larger smile at what the card is for. "Oh yah nevah know, maybe she just inta cosplay. Allot of you superheroine types 'ave costumes dat practically indistingishable from fun time outfits, non? De Magician girl, De witch girl... " He glances at her own fishnets and smirks but doesn't add to his examples.

Black Canary has posed:
"Hey!" Canary says defensively. "They're practical, not for bedtime funtimes!"

She looks down at her own legs critically.

"They offer support, but are cooling. Vital when you're expending a lot of energy. Helps the bodysuit from getting all icky with sweat."

Her eyes flick back up to Remy, face deadpan as she continues.

"And they have practical tactical value. When legs are this good-looking, the fishnets distract opponents at vital moments letting me kick them in the face repeatedly."

She takes a sip of her drink to disguise the grin she's unable to suppress momentarily before looking up (with a whipped cream moustache).

"So I'll thank you to not call them part of a fun time outfit!" she says with fierceness that doesn't do anything to disguise the laughing eyes.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau's own demonic eyes sparkle with hardly at all suppressed laughter as well and he says "Ahh, sorry Ah did not realize. "Course de fact dat dey got great legs ta work wit' 'elps considerably too, non?" He asks with a similar dead pan, not bothering to tell her about her dairy influenced lip decoration.

Black Canary has posed:
"Helps a lot. Similar reason for the high cut on the body suit. Very distracting at tactical times."

And the deadpan breaks down, Canary lowering her face to start quietly laughing. Getting herself back under control, she sits straight again, grinning foolishly.

"I know, I know. The trade is weird. We dress up in fetish outfits and throw ourselves in harm's way. An army of psychiatrists would be needed to deal with the problems of just one of us."

She makes a leg, looking down critically at her own outfit.

"But it just, you know, seems right. Traditional. I wore a jumpsuit for a while once. Hated it. Like it or hate it, and I like it a lot, this is my look."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods a bit and shrugs. "Ah c'n respect dat. Ah've tried a few looks ovah de years, usually always come back ta de same black and fuchsia t'ing Ah worer back when Ah was freelancing." He laughs himself. "Tried dis t'ing wit' a scarf once. Nearly 'ung mahself. Twice.

Black Canary has posed:
Canary adopts a voice that is immediately recognizable from a popular animated movie.

"No capes!"

Beat. Then in a normal voice.

"I guess it applies to scarves as well. For the same reason. Should probably apply to long hair as well, but you can have my hair when you prise it from my cold, dead ..." She pauses, thinking. "Doesn't work does it?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins wickedly, rolling his neck to make his own shoulder length pony tail move around a bit. "Non, but Ah understand de feeling." He says with a slight grin and considers, "Maybe sheer it from mah cold dead scalp? Ah dunno, could work. Still most guys prefer long hair anyway, why yah gonna bot'er wit' fishnets den turn dem off wit' short 'air?"

Black Canary has posed:
"I did crew for a while," Canary admits. "Didn't work. Hated the look. Made me look like I was a Tom in a Tom & Dee floor show. Especially given the already butch look with the muscles."

A wry face dominates as she takes another gulp of her overpowered, oversized coffee.

"People already assume a lot about me based on appearance, though that's often really a good thing. Interferes socially, though. It's why I keep up the secret ID, even as bad as I am at it. Gives me a normal life to return to." She snorts. "And when I'm in a bad mood gives bikers a thing or two to think about when I go to one of their bars and leave it trashed behind me."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, taking a long pull off his drink and shaking his head. Likely trying to dismiss the image of Dinah in a crew cut. He chuckles a bit and says "Mah pappa used ta say yah should always let people make de wrong impression, makes t'ings easier in de long run. Still Ah c'n imagine de chaos it wreck on a social life too. Which beg de question non, Yah seein' someone chere?"

Black Canary has posed:
"I see people all the time," Canary evasively replies, eyes looking down at her drink for a moment before looking back up at Remy. "I mean I don't live in a cave or anything. I walk down the street here and I see dozens to hundreds every second."

She licks her lips momentarily, noticing the moustache that had deposited itself there and frowning, flushing slightly, as she cleans that off. She straightens the collar of her bodysuit and adjusts her hair.

"But that's not what you're asking, is it?" she says, re-engaging with Remy's eyes.