4668/Pizza time!

Pizza time!
Date of Scene:	16 June 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Witchblade, Ghost Spider

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Witchblade has posed:
    An old camaro pulls up to the parking lot of the Dominos restaurant and parks before Sara Pezzini steps out of the car. "Come on in, Gwen. I'm treating tonight." She says as she closes the door and strides her way in, hopefully with Gwen in tow. "Find us a seat and I'll order the pizza." She says with a smile. She kinda knew her way here since she works as a cop around here. She doesn't use her badge here cuz she's helped the people in here often enough, not just as a cop, but with the Witchblade as well. She actually orders one large pizza for them both....and tells them not to give them the tab until they're done eating....

Ghost Spider has posed:
Climbing out of the passenger seat, Gwen's holding only two items in her right hand while shutting the door with her left: her pair of drumsticks. "One of these days, when I can find a decent under-the-table job, it'll be me buying the pizza," she says, heading for the door and keeping it open long enough for Sara to get inside, as well as letting a couple of departing patrons leave. Then she hunts up a small table, clicking her drumsticks together to keep a rhythm in her head, though she tries not to be too loud about it.

Witchblade has posed:
    Sara joins Gwen a few minutes later, and slides her a menu. "I ordered for both of us, but if youhave a preference, order it. And yeah, I get it. It's just a matter of what you want to do. You could work here short term. I know the guys that own this place. they do tend to pay pretty well....but they ask that you work for it." She then stretches out a bit. "haven't run into any trouble, have you?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Trouble? Moi? Surely you jest." Not that Gwen's convincing anyone of that, let alone Sara. "Just the usual, really. The wind in my face, all that..." Which means she's likely managed to annoy a couple of beat cops while web-slinging and all that. "At least there's a few less purse-snatchers around. Dime a dozen, those guys, but none of them are too bright."

Witchblade has posed:
    Sara chuckles at that. "You didn't happen to....web them up, didja?" She says with a smirk on her face. "Not that I would know of any sort of web slinger who would do such a thing. But if I did....they would have my thanks for taking care of those purse snatchers." It's obvious she means Gwen, but.....for the benefit of eavesdroppers....

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy looks innocent. No really, she does. "You'd probably be the first, then. Most people think web-slingers are a menace to society." And this is why she's not a fan of the Daily Bugle. "So, question: how have the cops been faring with the giant mushrooms? It's like something out of some fantasy video game series... or a certain movie that came out right about the time I was born with Orlando Jones and David Duchovny."

Witchblade has posed:
    "After the first few cases, we've just been reporting them to the Avengers. Especially the side effects. I've looked at them, but as much as I'd like to help with someone else...." And she taps her bracelet for effect. ".....I think I'd be more of a hindrance than help." It's then that the pizza is laid on the table. "Thank you." And she gives a tip to the server. "all we can really do is take readings, observations and report them to others that can do something with them.....for now."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy nods. "Some people like living on the edge," she notes. "There's been a couple of instances where I've heard certain of those web types have been swinging in to pull people's bacon out of the fire. They were a bit of a pain..." Which might explain why Gwen spent most of an hour taking a hot soak with epsom salts a couple of nights previously.

Witchblade has posed:
    "that would make sense, yeah." Sara says ater she bites her slice of pizza. "I dunno if my friend would share his knowledge with me if he knew of these things or not.....but I doubt he does." She then ponders. "You've been up close to them?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy glances around to make sure no one's eavesdropping, but everything looks safe enough. "A little closer than I should have, perhaps," she admits. "Thought I was dodging out of harm's way... not so much. Flaky spidey-sense is flaky." She shrugs. "I was pretty sore afterwards, but that hot bath I took helped... and at least I heal pretty quick, so there's that as well."

Witchblade has posed:
    Sara nods. "I'm glad you did. Maybe your sense only works in certain circumstances. Perhaps we should work on that." She says softly. "Or...work with the spider man in this city...."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy hmms. "Truth be known... I've sorta not really tried talking with any of the others. I know there's more than one; I've just never really tried to approach any of them. Not entirely certain what kind of reaction I'd get." Her lips twitch. "I guess it's sorta like why I haven't tried to see my dad here... not the least of which is because... well, you know..." She shrugs helplessly -- Sara's heard it before. It's not like Gwen could claim her life, especially since the Gwen Stacy here is dead. She grabs a slice of pizza and quickly bites into it. "Mmm... pizza. Food of the gods, am I right?"

Witchblade has posed:
    "It's a staple of new york, actually." Sara chuckles. "You'd think the police lived on doughnuts, but it's actually pizza we go for. that and chinese food, but ugh...I can't stand that food." She then shrugs. "Also depends upon how you top it. Pepperoni and bacon here."

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Any meat shy of anchovies, I'm good with," Gwen responds. "Well... that and barbeque pork. Why anyone thought barbeque pork on a pizza was a good idea was beyond me." She shrugs. "But yeah, pepperoni, Italian sausage, bacon, beef... with extra sauce and perhaps a little extra cheese, too." She takes another bite, considering for a moment. "It's bad that there's a part of me that actually is considering college... but, there's no way that will happen."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara Pezzini says, "No pineapple." She says a bit louder than normal....and gwen can hear 'NOT IN THIS RESTAURANT, YOU'RE NOT!' from the back. Sara giggles a lot as an old man peers out from the back....and Sara waves. the Old man glares, then points at Sara before disappearing into the back. "he actually threw a person out because he wanted pineapple on his pizza.""

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy winces. "Sweet fruit on pizza? That... sounds like a travesty and a waste of a good pizza." She can't help but giggle as well at the old man peering and then pointing at Sara. "I'll just stick with meat, cheese and sauce. Maybe some green peppers and onions, but that's as far as I'm prepared to go with veggies. Nothing else."

Witchblade has posed:
    "that's like trying to make a pizza healthy. this gluten-free nonsense is for the birds. I can understand if you're truly allergic to it, but making everything gluten free just....blugh." She even makes a face. "Oh yeah...gimme your phone...."

Ghost Spider has posed:
"I know there's some people truly allergic to it, yeah -- that is one thing. But going nuts over it the way some people do... it's like social justice warriors." Gwen eyerolls at that, before fishing her phone out of her pocket. "I thought I already had your number."

Witchblade has posed:
    "You do....but......well...." Sara says as she holds up her phone. "You see my personal account here." And she slides her finger....and it seems to switch account....where it says 'Witchblade'. "if necessary, I'll give you a second phone, but if you put on your costume...you should also change your account on your phone. That way....if that number calls me....I'll know you're in DEEP trouble. And vice versa..."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy ahhs. "Nah, that's cool. I think I can set something like that up on my phone." She leans back. "Hopefully we won't have occasion to find ourselves in such deep crap that we need to make those calls, but better safe than sorry."

Witchblade has posed:
    "Yeah. it's mostly for you to me though. Better safe than sorry." Sara then sighs. "Should I order another one to take home? I swear, their pizza is even better cold."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy mmms. "In that case, definitely. Cold pizza is, like, the perfect breakfast. If I do say so myself." She finishes off her slice. "Best. Dominos. Ever."

Witchblade has posed:
    "All right." Sara then looks over to the counter. "Pepperoni and bacon for the road. Large deepdish!" She says as she bites into another slice. "I swear. I'm surprised I'm not fat as hell."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen Stacy laughs. "It's what we do," she observes sagely. "Totally being heroes and all, we have that kickass metabolism that lets us eat anything we want, any time we want, and never gain weight.

Witchblade has posed:
    "Speak for yourself. I've been trying to get slimmer and......yeah, I end up with a metabolism that can shed pounds fairly fast, and a body that a supermodel wishes she had." Sara then shakes her head and carries the tray. "Rest of this for the road, if we can have a box for it." The old man comes out of the back with the pizza. "no pineapples here, Pezzini." In that New York accent, and Sara chuckles. "No. None here, Frankie. Thanks again. Oh, Frankie. This is Gwen. She's with me. If you see her here, keep her safe, wouldja? At least....as long as she doesn't order pineapple." the old man looks at Gwen....nods his head and shuffles into the back again. Sara chuckles. "Come on, Lets go home, Gwen."