2848/Drinks with an Amazon

Drinks with an Amazon
Date of Scene:	15 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Grace Choi

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     It had been a long day at the office and a long drive back home, even though it was a Saturday. So, Clint Barton, stops by Luke's on the way home to grab a beer and a shot. Though what he ends up doing is shutting up some loudmouth by the dart board. Three games, three bullseyes. Fifty bucks a game.

    Clint spreads his hands. "Sorry buddy, I warned you when we started, I never miss," he looks over at the guy and his buddies, "But tell you what, take that last round out of my winnings, alright?" he says squaring his shoulders a little, to give the guy the heads up. Fighting isn't likely to go well for them.

    "Fine," Loudmouth says, and slaps a bunch of bills on the bar. Clint passes a couple of twenties to the bartender. "For their drinks," he says and then grabbing his beer he lifts it to them, and then starts back across the bar to the seat he was warming earlier.

Grace Choi has posed:
    There is ... a very, very tall woman, now sitting where Clint was sitting. And, she looks like she just grabbed the seat. Of course, the seat next to her is open. Grace Choi is watching Clint, as he walks back. And, the very tall, somewhat curiously asian-looking woman with bright red, and short-cropped red hair is looking utterly amused at Clint, and his antics.
    As he gets closer, she wagers, "How's that saying go, a fool and their money?" She chuckles, just a little bit. "Nice show."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
    Clint pauses a when he finds his seat taken, but only for a moment, before grabbing the stool next to her and sits. "Pretty much," he says with a glance towards Loudmouth and his grumbling buddies. "And thanks," he says turning back to Grace and offering his hand. "I'm Clint."

Grace Choi has posed:
    Offering her hand, the woman smiles, and provides her name in turn, "Grace," she says, in a friendly enough tone. "You drink good shit, or you drink swill?" The assessing look Grace gives Clint then might suggest that the entirety of the rest of their relationship may very well hinge on this one, and important detail.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
    "Good to meet you," Clint says as they shake hands. The question gets a furrowed brow, she sounds serious. "You tell me, I had a pint of Heineken and a shot of Bushmills. Not sure where that falls in the swill to good shit spectrum."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Two pints of Heinken," Grace calls to the bartender, giving Clint a shrug, "Eh. You didn't do bad," she conceeds, holding up her hand and tilting it back and forth marginally. "You can still talk to me. You live in the city, or just visiting?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "And here I thought I did lousy at tests," Clint jokes before he tilts his head back and downs the rest of his current pint to make room for the next one. "Live here, you?" he asks. "And for the sake of curiosity, where does Heineken rate on that spectrum?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace laughs, "It's not bad, I tend to go towards more micro brewed, but, for something mass produced, it's pretty decent. Not that Coors or Budweiser shit, though," she agrees, and when the beers come, she pulls off the cap, tips it at Clint before drinking a rather healthy gulp of it. "I'm from Metropolise. Come here quite a bit, sometimes for work, sometimes to make some extra money, sometimes to see friends."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "Oh, you're a hipster," Clint says about the micro brew thing. "Must have missed the penny farthing parked out front," he smiles to take any sting out of the joke as he raises his beer to Grace. "How is the recovery going? In Metropolis I mean, I saw the news. Bad stuff. And what sort of work do you do?" he asks sizing her up. Coming down to New York for some extra money, made him curious. So did the fact she looked liked she could punch out a main battle tank.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "You have no idea. That's half the reason I'm here. Picking up a few things for some shelters I spend some time at, doing a bit of legwork for Chaney. And, getting a breather. Fuckers, all of 'em." She pauses, adds, "The aliens, I mean. Shitheads. Tough motherfuckers, though. Just kept -coming-." She shakes her head, "And, no. You missed the Harley out front."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "That bad huh?" Clint asks taking a swig from his bottle. "Well, I can believe that. Saw them when they took their show to LA and from what I hear, that wasn't half as bad as what you guys got in Metropolis." The part about how they just keep coming gets a solemn nod and a far away look. He'd killed more during the invasion than he really wanted to think about. He chuckles to the counter to his joke. "Nice. I've been thinking about getting a bike, what model do you ride?" he asks.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace gets a self-indulgent grin and leans over, to reply, rather proudly, "'52 Panhead. Dark maroon. Gorgeous. You can't ride it, either. At least, not yet. I haven't made up my mind about you."
    She pauses, then, growing more sober, nodding. "Metropolis seemed to be the epicenter. Probably because the Hall of Justice is there. Superman, all his buddies from Krypton. Aquaman. Wonder Woman." She waves a hand. "You know."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "Sounds sexy," Clint says twisting to look through the bar's windows to spot the ride on the street. "And, so what's holding up your decision? The hipster crack?" he says turning back if doesn't see the bike, and if he does he gives it a long appreciative stare. "Makes sense, us capes always end up bringing the trouble," he says and takes another swig of his beer. "I also go by Hawkeye, by the way. Sounds like you threw in during the fighting too from what you were saying."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Huh. So you're Hawkeye? Guy with the bow?" Yeah, she's heard of Hawkeye. She even manages to look somewhat impressed. There's a nod, "Yeah. I fought. Normally I don't do the whole 'Hey, let's put on some tight spandex and go look for people to save' schtick, but, y'know, figured that one was one I should be in."
    She pauses, thoughtfully, then shrugs, "Helped a few real heroes with the initial invasion, and then more just - helped keep some people safe who couldn't get out of the city."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "One of them," Clint says about being Hawkeye with a little bit of a smile. "And to be fair, I ditched the spandex for fatigue pants and a tactical vest a few years back, too much chaffing," he jokes before saying. "These days I wear the spandex on the inside," a he's still smiling a moment or two longer before he grows more serious. "And yeah, if there's a fight to join, that one was it, jeez. I pretty much did the same thing in LA. Jumped from place to place helping people stay alive." He takes sets down his beer and reaches into his pocket pulling out the money he won from the guys at the end of the bar. "For the shelters, sounds like they need it." He slides the money over.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Whole damn city needs it, but, thanks," Grace says, solemnly, nodding, and taking the cash, putting it into her pocket. It's probably a safe bet it'll be safe there. "Yeah, I don't have a cool thing, like you. Or Iron Man. I just," she shrugs, "Hit and throw things. But, i hit things really well. I bounce over at Chaney's, in Metropolis. Meta bar. Keep the peace."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     "I hear you, but one-ten is what I've got," Clint offers before taking a swig of his neglected beer. "And the gimmick is less important than the work, really." Speaking of work, his brows rise with interest when he hears what Grace does for hers. "That's got to be fun," he says. "You gotta be a meta to get in?" he inquires.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Eh, we make exceptions for cool people, but, generally, it's more a place where freaks like me, or worse off, can go, feel normal, and not get shit from yokels, you know the drill, I'm sure," she says, reasonably, waving a dismissive hand. "People are asshats, for the most part."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint chuckles and holds up his beer to clink necks with Grace. "I'll drink to that," he says before they clink, or don't then he takes a long pull from his bottle. "And if it's a place for people to get away from the normies, I'll let them be, I don't want to come off like an asshat tourist."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Nah, we have a few such come in, just, they know what the gig is. Tell you what, next time you're in, stop in, I'll show you around," she says, warmly. "Hell, I might even let you be my friend. But, don't think you've won the lottery yet."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, "Cool. I'll stop by sometime then, get the nickel tour," he says with a nod. Always nice to have another place to drink, especially one that's out of town. He chuckles at the last part and raises an eyebrow up at Grace. "And what makes being your friend like winning the lottery?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Well, how many seven feet tall Amazons that can throw a car out of your way when they park in the handicapped parking spaces and they're not do you know?" Grace asks, somewhat whimsically, as she begins to get up. She pauses, snatches a pen, and one of the bar's book of matches, writes a number down. "Call me, if you're ever in Metropolis, yeah, Clint?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
     Clint, 'ah's', Amazon that explains it. "Well, it would make parking easier," he remarks then when she's done writing her number down on a matchbook, he grabs one and writes his down. "In case you need something Avenged," he says as he slides it over. "And good to meet you, Grace."