5605/Five Bucks to Last Till Tuesday

Five Bucks to Last Till Tuesday
Date of Scene:	20 October 2018
Location:	Josie's Bar, New York City
Synopsis:	Kate spends her last five bucks at Josie's and finds out she has a friend (in Darcy Lewis).
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Bishop), Darcy Lewis

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Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Really, Kate needed a better business model. Despire her stubborn refusal to bill Matt for her time in hunting down Genus, she knew she really had to do something about this constant outflux of money that was her PI business.

"The trouble is", she'd told Lucky, "I'm a soft touch. Don't you dare tell my father he was right, that I know nothing about what I'm doing." Of course Lucky was a dog. He wasn't going to tell anyone anything. Especially if Kate kept him in kibble.

That was Wednesday. Now, Friday night, she was down to her last five bucks in her pocket, a fridge empty for a questionable container of milk (I don't even drink milk?), and a lone pickle swirling in the bottle of a pickle jar. She'd accepted that five bucks wasn't going to get her through till the end of the month, let alone the weekend, and in anticipation of yet another sad trudge to her lawyer's office to make yet another withdrawl from her trust fund, she'd decided cheap wings at Josie's might be a thing. Wings or a pint. She could have one or the other.

Pushing her way into the place, kate lucks out getting a recently vacated booth - the seats were still bum warm - and plunks down. "Half a pound of wings and a water, please." She gets a brow quirk at the water, but the waiter still takes the order and wanders off.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
With practice out for the night and Josie's closer than her residence at the Triskelion, Darcy Lewis opts for wings and beer instead of a more May-approved meal of salad and chicken with a gingsin tea or something else healthy.

Bleh. Healthy.

Darcy makes her way in to find the place too budy for a table for one. The bar was an option, but a quick skim of the people there told her that she was going to get hit on in ten seconds or less and really, she didn't need to have her SO bail her out of jail for starting a bar room brawl on a Friday night. Darcy spies the semi-familiar face in a booth and so makes her way over as if she was expected.

"Fuck, sorry I'm late, babe. Practice ran long. Did you order the wings already? Mind if I add a pizza and beer to it? Coach made us to line sprints, pyramids, and fucking jerkyjerks," she says, athletic duffle being plopped into the bench across from Kate Bishop. Darcy slides herself in after, lettnig her body drop to the booth tiredly.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate cants her head to one side as the whirlwind that is Darcy Lweis joins her at the table. "Heh. I remember you. The derby girl. And uh.. sure. Free country. But I gotta warn you, if you're expecting to go halfsies on that pizza I already spent my last buck on the fifty cent wings."

Which says alot. Even more when the plate of ten arrives later... right now, though, it's just an ambiguous order in the ether with the implication that the girl is flat broke. Which she is.

"Darcy, right? Kate." A smirk. "The better Hawkeye. This is your joint, isn't it? I mean, this is where you all hang out regularly." A pause. "Looks like it's becoming my regular joint too. Can't beat the price of the wings."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Nah. I got it. You can have some of the pie too, if I can have a wing or three. And I'll buy you a beer, because you are so not the better Hawkeye. Though, I'd be willing to let you prove it to me," Darcy quips, issuing her challenge as she turns to the waiter with a winning smile.

"Extra-large meat lover's, a pitcher of Budlite, two mugs, and some veg-sticks with ranch," she orders. Because then she can look May in the eyes and say 'I had some vegetables'. Darcy will just leave out the fact that they were swimming in buttermilk ranch dressing at the time.

"Yep. Darcy, Darce, Tits, Her Royal Majesty the Great and Powerful Tazer Queen...." Darcy snickers lightly, dropping her chin to her hand and her elbow to the table.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I guess... It's just on the way back from practice, is all. So, it's convenient and fuck yes. The price per wing? Tops. Cafeteria at work is cheaper, cuz I'm on a Meal Plan, but they aren't as deliciously bad for you as these, so they don't count," Darcy rambles happily.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate smirks. "I might have a wing or three to spare. Am too the better Hawkeye. Not sure what you're aiming at with that whole proving comment, but if you've seen him shoot, you can consider that my warmup."

Cocky as hell about the matter.

Darcy's order leaves the girl mentally calculating just how much she can guiltlessly eat without offending the other woman. "You work with him, don't you? So weird. He wasn't so respectable when I knew him best." Nodding at the idea of a meal plan. "Afraid my boss is too stingy to spring for a meal plan. She's something of a tyrant when it comes down to it."

The litany of names leaves her nodding, automatically editting out the 'tits' and settling on the less profane leaning of the lot. "Darce it is. And how does a girl like you end up working for.. you know." She's not sure if it's kosher to speak it out loud. Some folks are particular about things like that.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Awesome," Darcy says of the spare wings. "I'm gonna have half a pizza at least. You better eat your fair share or I will not tell you how you can start to prove to me that you are best Hawkeye," she adds because she can and because it seems like the thing to add and because cocky shits need too much pizza to weigh them back down to Earth.

"Well, you should come have lunch with me sometime. The number of meals I skip means that once in a while, I can have a plus one. As long as I don't try to sneak you into a supply closet, there shouldn't be an issue." Darcy inviting peoples to the Triskelion for lunch; Because this kind of shit is total normal. The beer arrives along with the vegetable sticks, and Darcy sets to pouring a mug for Kate.

"Oh. I guess, the same as anyone?" Pregnant pause. The mug is set before Kate and Darcy moves to full one for herself.

"They stole my previous boss's research, took my iPOD, and left us all homeless... then a giant killer death robot from outspace crash landed in the town we were at and they evacuated the town while a Norse God change into his armor from the flannel shirt Erik lent him. ...I bitched out the lead Agent handling the evac because they failed to clear the pet store. The fucking monsters," Darcy tells the tale, ending it on a long pull of her beer.

That's my story. I'm sticking to it. Fuck everyone else.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate laughs at the outrageous story. "You really are larger than life, aren't you? I bet you're an awful lot of fun at parties." Making a mental not to self not to invite Darcy to any black tie affairs. Ever. "But seriously, you should know I don't do supply closets. Not really my style. I'm kinda into guys - but I am available." Gee, thanks tall, blonde and oblivious. "And uh, free meal? Sure. I can be down with that."

Then she looks guilty.

"Actually, full disclosure? I'm not precisely a hard luck case? It's really complicated."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's story is not at all outrageous! She smiles sweetly and holds her left hand up, irght hand over her heart.

"I solemnly swear that is the truth of the matter. And also that I am the best at parties." hands returning to normal, Darcy chuckles, winking.

"That's alright. I don't discriminate. You like dick. That's cool. Me too. As for hard luck cases, you could be Tony fucking Stark or the Goddamn Bruce Wayne and if I thought you were cool, I'd still offer to treat you to lunch. Cause I can and I like you. It's just want you do," she states, perking up as the pizza arrives. All 20 inch diameters of it.