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Log 4881
Date of Scene:	10 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Bishop), Darcy Lewis

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Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate Bishop doesn't normally take on cheating-husband gigs. She's staunchly against husbands cheating on their wives, but there's something icky about taking money from wives to stalk their husbands, especially when she knows that most of it's just going to end up fodder for divorce court. She'd much rather be taking down crooked businesses or sniffing out corrupt cops. Alas, Hawkeye Investigations has to pay rent, just like every other office...

Kate's been tailing a gentleman through the city for most of the morning. He told his wife he was going golfing. Instead, he just went deeper into Manhattan. Kate expects the usual sordid behavior: the guy is going to visit his mistress, or hit up a sauna, or otherwise give himself away in a really obvious way.

When he heads into Hell's Kitchen, Kate thinks that maybe her target is a super-hero who's not open about it with his wife. She gives up on that idea, though. Eventually the man heads towards Jacqueline's Boutique, a small storefront in a relatively decent part of the Kitchen, with mannequins in the window wearing lingerie.

Kate waits a bit, then follows. At least she'll seem less out of place than this guy... Maybe he's buying a present for his girlfriend, or maybe his girlfriend works there? As Kate enters, she's just in time to see the man disappear through a door marked STAFF ONLY. "Ah, crap," Kate mutters, and then... browses. She's got experience shopping. She can wait this guy out.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Amid the racks of toys and clothing stands one Darcy Lewis. Currently looking at some stockings, Darcy glances up at the mutter from Kate. The boxom brunette smirks, taking a moment to flit her gaze down then up the other woman's frame.

Not bad.. Not bad.

Turning back to her dilenma, Darcy holds up two packages, looking between the two pictures on the front, as if weighing a big decision.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Darcy is near the back door that the man slipped into. Kate heads in that direction, lazily browsing her way over, because she wants to try and hear what she can hear through the door... without making it obvious to the clerk at the cash register, that is.

So Kate ends up right next to Darcy. Darcy is still between Kate and the nearest position to the door, so Kate looks over the wares, then turns her eyes to Darcy. She gives a polite smile, then says, "Scuse me, do you mind if I...?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hmm? Oh. Sure," says Darcy, stepping back so Kate can get a view of the wares on teh shelf, but otherwise not really getting out of the way. Her head tilts one direction, then the other before she turns them around so the fronts are facing Kate.




"I'm torn. Once screams day off, the other I could rock at work. Thoughts?" she asks the other shopper without caring that she's basically asking a stranger to help her pick out stockings while standing in a sex shop in Hell's Kitchen.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate was hoping she could scoot around Darcy, but with the way Darcy turned to get out of the way, no such luck. She's trying to listen in, to hear if anyone is saying anything in that back room...

Then Darcy interrupts by showing her some stockings. "Huh?" Kate has to snap out of it, and pay attention... and she can't be rude, or say that she's busy tailing some creepo husband. "I like these ones," Kate says, touching the front of the second pair. "The other ones look kinda... Lolita-y."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hm." Darcy turns the packages back to herself to look between them. It's a thoughtful look, full lips pursed in thought. For a heartbeat anyway, because then the pursed lips smooth out into a devious, devilish, mischevious curl of a grin. A certian Trickster would be proud of the little mortal.

Lolita stockings are put back on the shelf.

"Bad ass. Imma melt Cap and Buck's brains," Darcy crows to herself, though plenty loud enough to be heard. Stockings selected, she drops them happily into those shopping baskets the store has near the front so that people can select more than one item without them dropping anything. The package lands neatly on top of a pair of purple fuzzy handcuffs and a pair of sleek neon violet men's bannana hammock.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Thanks," she says brightly to Kate then, starting to turn to make her way to browse at something else.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Cap and Buck...?" Kate repeats, though not loudly. She needs a second to think that one over: 'Cap' and 'Buck' definitely SOUND like the names of two guys who'd be wearing banana hammocks and fuzzy handcuffs, so she can't be talking about THAT 'Cap' and THAT 'Buck'... right?

"Yeah, uh, no problem," Kate says, and takes the spot she wanted by the door. She listens for a moment while pretending to shop, but can't hear anything. Then she realizes that the clerk has a security camera monitor. (None of the cameras are in the dressing rooms, of course.) So Kate tries to move so that she can side-glance that screen without alerting the clerk... which again puts her right next to Darcy.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Right next to Darcy and the novelty games: a box of naughty dice and a box of Truth or Dare XXX cards. The green eyed curves has picked up the pack of Truth or Dare cards and is reading hte back as Kate once more moves up to her side.

Darcy pauses, blinks, lifts her head from studying hte cards, and then turns to look at Kate.

"Hi?" she asks now, because the girl is following her? Not that she blames her, but still.

"Are you shopping for the same things I am or are you just stalking someone?" She really meant 'stalking me', but why limit the woman?

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate starts going through the novelties like she's looking for something. She glances over at Darcy. "Hi," she replies, sounding only a little bit as awkward as she feels.

"Stalking someone," Kate replies in a quiet voice, looking back at the shelf, and then trying to steal a glance at the security monitor. "Not you, don't worry. It's just your lucky day. Though, shhh. Trying not to cause a scene."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The truth from Kate pulls and near-silent round of chuckling from Darcy. The motion making her shoulders and chest bounce. Amusement in her eyes and Truth or Dare cards put into her basket, Darcy turns to Kate fully.

"Soon to be ex? If you need me to help you make him..her..whatever jealous, just let me know. You're hot and I'd totally make out with you if you wanted me to. Especially if it makes a deserving fuck's nose bleed."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate puts her fingers to her lips when she looks back over at Darcy. "Trying not to tip the clerk off," she says, softly. "Trying to get dirt on someone ELSE's soon-to-be ex. You see that guy who came in here a little bit before me? You know him at all? He went into the back room, there... anything go on back there that you know about? I only ask because..."

Kate gestures down at Darcy's handbasket. "You do seem like a frequent shopper." Kate pauses for a moment. "And... uh... thanks...? I don't really know what to say about that making-out part..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Fingers to lips. Ooh, this is an op! Darcy grins, head turning toward the indicated door.

"Haven't seen him before and don't know him from Adam. But if you wanted to sneak back there, I make a good distraction," Darcy offers, eyes sliding toward the clerk.

"Just move like you're supposed to be there, and you're welcome. For this and saying your hot. As for making out, if you don't play that way, that's cool. No judgement."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"What? I mean, no, it's not that, I mean, there's nothing to judge, I think women can be-- why am I talking about this? No, I'm not going to sneak back there, stop." Kate is flustered. Darcy wanting to throw herself into the op is not what she was planning on. She figured Darcy would just roll her eyes and go back to shopping...

"I absolutely do not want to walk in on this guy having sex with his mistress or something, so I'm just gonna wait it out, follow him where he goes from here." Kate goes back to pretending she's shopping. "It's cool. It'll all be cool."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Do you want me to go back there?" Darcy offers a few seconds after Kate goes back to poorly pretending to be shopping.

Yes, Darcy noticed that Kate had mental word flailed at her for commenting about making out with her. Darcy's pretty sure that Kate's interested but hasn't admitted it yet. That's a delicate point in a lesbian... bisexual... someone's life. Best not to press the matter.

"Because I don't mind watching people fuck. Besides, there could be a back entrance that way. Johnson could've givne you the slip," she quips, looking over the selection of dripping candles and discarding the thought in favor of picking up a bottle of flavored lube.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Darcy is pretty perceptive about Kate's babbling, that much can be said. When Darcy offers to go back there instead of Kate, Kate looks over, wide-eyed. "What? No! No, that's... I'm not having a stranger in a store do my work for me..." It seems like her particular resistance to the idea is mostly out of pride in her own work!

"I... you know what, screw it, this one isn't a big-paying gig anyway, just... when you go to check out, I'll... I'll do something." Kate makes a face, not liking her options.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It's sometimes said Darcy is oddly observant about things. Other times, she just makes shit up so well that people around her just roll with it.

"Sure. I'm about done anyway," Darcy notes, smiling winningly and moving toward the counter to get the clerk's attention.

And boy does she! Body leaning forward to press her heavy chest forward, full eye contact, a bright smile...

Here's your distraction.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate walks in a different direction. She takes a few items off the rack that look like they're her size, and then walks right for the back room door and steps inside.

There is some commotion behind the door. People sound startled, and maybe angry. After a moment, Kate is backing out of the door, still holding the items. "--thought it was the door to the dressing room! Sorry! I'll look closer next time!"

Kate looks like she certainly Saw Something back there, and looks to the clerk, whose attention was raised by that muffled commotion. "Sorry," Kate says, setting the items on the desk. "I'm just gonna... I thought it was the dressing room, and... I should probably go." Kate then heads right for the front door, maybe before anyone from the back room can come out and chase her. Or, more likely, to lie in wait for whenever her target leaves.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy too had looked over, as any good 'innocent civilian' would do when the clerk did and she knew holding his attention any further was going to fail. Plus, kate walked out. It was pretty obvious.

When the scene is over and Kate's left the store, Darcy rolls a shoulder at the clerk, lips smiling.

"Some people, amirite?"

Transaction complete, goods in a nondescript black bag, Darcy makes her way out of the store, pausing to squint into the daylight. ...and fish for her carkeys.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate is to one side, down the block just a little bit, and looks like she's catching her breath or otherwise recovering. She's also typing something on her phone. She has one of those new model phones, too. Not even any cracks on the screen yet.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Keys in hand and car parked a few blocks away, Darcy starts down the sidewalk only to pause when she spots Kate. Bag in hand, Darcy moves over and plops her back against the brick wall next to the other woman.

"Well? Did you get it?"

No, it doesn't matter to Darcy that this was not at all her business. It was fun. So, there.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate looks over at Darcy, and her expression seems to say 'Oh, yeah, I got it, all right.' She looks back at her phone while she types with both thumbs. She seems like someone who has a lot of hands-on experience texting.

"Just emailing the client to let her know that I tracked down her husband to what he's doing when he says he's out golfing, and as it turns out, he's not cheating on her, he's just a drag queen." Kate hits 'send' and puts her phone back in her handbag, and then looks at Darcy. "Thanks for the assist in there, seriously."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
A warm smile falls over Darcy's face.

"Awww.. really? That's so wonderful. Maybe they can go shoe shopping together. Oh, girl, queens know their make up. Ugh, she's so lucky!" Darcy rambles happily on the news of a husband being outted as a drag queen.

"And you're welcome. Anytime."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate raises her eyebrows. "Yeah, that's one way to look at it, I guess," she agrees, shrugging. "I suppose it helps to try and be optimistic about it..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"What? If she's bothered by her man looking hotter than her in a dress, he doesn't need her," Darcy retorts. That wasn't optimism. It just was.

"And it'd probably break his heart. Which is a bitch move for her, but whatevs. Glad I could help you with your stalkering. I'm going to get food. My tummy has the rumblees that only hands will satisfy."

Llamas... Hats... There might have been snickering last night before bedtime at watching those videos.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate doesn't really feel any better about poking her nose into people's marriages, now. She mumbles a "Yeah..." in response to Darcy, and looks at the ground.

When Darcy goes to leave, Kate pipes up. "Wait! Hold on a second." The dark-haired woman roots around in her purse before producing a business card. "Here, for helping me out. If you ever need anything, and I can help, gimme a call."

The card lists 'K. Bishop' at... 'HAWKEYE INVESTIGATIONS,' along with an email and a phone number. The Hawkeye Investigations logo even has a purple arrow and a bullseye, also purple.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Wait! Darcy stops and turns to look back. She's patient, waiting as Kate roots about. A flicker of surprise brushes past when the card is produced and offered. Green eyes drop to it, reading across its surface and locking onto that very familiar logo.

"Hm. Hawkeye, huh? I should hope Barton's okay's the name, or he just might retaliate and make you drink frou-frou beer," Darcy says looking up at Kate with far too much calm. And with dilberate eye-contact, Darcy slides the card into her bra.

"Thanks. I'll give you a ring sometime."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate watches the card disappear. "Wait," she says. "Barton? You know him-- you know what? It totally makes sense you know him. Well, if you see him, let him know he didn't trademark the name, so it was wide open." Kate grins. Nothing restores her spirits like the idea of Clint Barton finding out that she's trademarked the name 'Hawkeye.' It's just too sweet.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hotpants? Shortbow? Rob Hoodlum? Yes, I know the asshole," Darcy retorts. There's a fond annoyance there that turns into a warm bubbly laugh at the trademark comment. She strides over and loops her arm with Kate's.

"Hell yes. I will ask Shitcode to help me record his face for you. Come on, Beautiful. That deserves a drink and some lunch. I've got some extra cash burning holes in things."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate is surprised by the arm looped with hers, but doesn't pull away. She's learning some important lessons today. The foremost one is that nosing around people's private lives will make you feel bad, but shit-talking Clint Barton will get people to buy you lunch.

"I'm sold," Kate replies with a grin. "And yeah, definitely do that. I figure there'll be a ten second window before he calls me and starts shouting."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Only the RIGHT people! Darcy's laughing brightly.

"He's welcome to shout. It might cover the sound of Shitcode adn I laughing our assess off in the background," she adds on a snicker, leading the way toward an eatry nearby. Because fuck driving soemwhere else to find parking!