7124/Just Another Manic Monday

Just Another Manic Monday
Date of Scene:	02 April 2019
Location:	Josie's Bar, Clinton
Synopsis:	Several old friends meet a new one. Otherwise known as Matt takes new hire Mary to Josie's where he runs into Elektra, and Danny Rand.
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Typhoid Mary, Elektra, Iron Fist

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Daredevil has posed:
It was Monday and Matt had been back in the office, if not quite looking tanned, he looked relaxed, much more so than normal as a matter of fact. Something that might be lost on his companion, Mary, Nelson and Murdock's new assistant. Karen had given her the initial vetting and she'd survived a further interview with Matt and Foggy meaning she was more or less on the team, so long as Jess and Kate didn't turn up anything too bad in the background check.

Matt smiles as they reach the door of the bar and he opens it for Mary, "Well I hope you like cheap beer and wings, it's sort of Nelson and Murdock tradition," Matt explains, before wrinkling his nose. "I understand the decor is a little lacklustre but this place grows on you," he assures his new hire. "Besides, it's all on the firm tonight."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
As they enter, Mary pulls her jacket a bit more tightly around her body, arms folded across her midriff. Not because she's cold. That's just often the way she carries herself, trying to keep the world at bay. She's wearing a red business suit, the skirt falling just above the knees and the jacket falling actually longer than the skirt. A black scoop necked top is worn underneath.

"Oh, this is wonderful," she says as she takes in the decor, the rather worn funishings, the locals that cluster there. She actually pulls out her phone and takes a picture of a table that has seen better days, the chairs around it half pulled out. Something about it appeals to her artistic side and she has to have the image. Then the phone is back in her pocket. "If the firm is paying, I will be glad to run up the bill. I wasn't kidding that I need this job."

Elektra has posed:
As it happens, the firm /could/ be paying the bill, but given that she's already at Josie's, and of the gang who usually show up (barring Danny Rand) she's the one least likely to notice anyt size of tab as anything more than pocket change, Elektra will likely be doing the honours.

Not that Mary or Matt know this yet.

She's sitting at a table, still dressed in her business clothing from a long line of meetings that have eaten up her afternoon, and is more than ready to relax with some drinks with friends. And wings, too. Josie's pizza might only be so-so, but her wings were actually quite good. And cheap on Mondays, too!

Iron Fist has posed:
    While he isn't *immediatly* at Josie's, it really doesn't take long before a familiar looking blonde male walks in the door. Dressed for the occasion, the figure is sporting a green plain-looking t-shirt, demin jeans, and a pair of open-toed sandals. The typical slacker uniform. Passing in through the doors, the male figure wanders up to the bar, not really paying attention to those around him.

    Or, rather, it looks like he isn't paying attention. But, those that know better see that there is clearly observation under that casual facade. It is just that the figure, that some might know as Danny Rand, just hasn't seen the few he recognizes, yet. Though...it is only a matter of time.

Daredevil has posed:
"Not the usual reaction, but glad you like it," Matt says with a wry smile as he follows Mary inside his cane held close. "Glad the position went to you then, I know it doesn't pay much, but if it were this time last year, we'd have to pay you in pie."

Thankfully the Hugo Foundation changed all that and let N&M actually get paid for their good works.

"Anyhow, now foodstuffs are part of the benefits plan, not salary," he says, before gesturing towards the right. "There's a good booth over there if no one's snagged it," he says.

He's aware of Elektra and Danny both, but peforming his usual blindman kabuki, he waits for them to come to him.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
As for Mary, she's clueless. She seems more enraptured with the bar than those that frequent it might be. "That would've been okay too. I like pie." Hearing the suggestion, she glances over to the booth and gives a nod. Then she realizes how silly that is when she's with a blind man. "It's open. I'll get it!" She rushes around the table she had taken a picture of and slides into the open booth as though she's coming around toward homebase and the throw to the catcher is in the air.

Once there, she pulls out her phone again and takes another picture. This time it seems to be of the wall itself. Her phone is placed on the surface of the table instead of back into her pocket.

Elektra has posed:
A small hint of mirth flits across Elektra's features as she sees Matt walk in, a female she doesn't know in tow, and then shortly after, Danny as well. It's debatable if she hears the comments about pie, but it could be, as the place isn't packed yet. Not that anyone really wants to eat pie at a bar that isn't even a pub, and Josie's likely wouldn't sell enough pieces in a week to make it a safe bet to boot, let alone a tasty one.

It's entirely possible she's amused by Matt's kabuki; or maybe just the fact that he's got another female in tow.

She does, however, lift her voice to the man, "Matthew. Come, bring your friend, and join me." Swivelling her attention to land upon Danny with that self-same amusement. "I'm fairly certain there's room at the table for you too. Tell Josie to bring extra pitchers and wings."

Iron Fist has posed:
    A slow grin breaks out on Danny's face as he sees Matt with an unfamiliar woman. That grin widens into a smile at seeing the act of the blind man letting himself be led. As if Matt needed the help. Oh...but then there's that voice calling out and attention shifts from one person to another, as blue eyes fall upon the form of Elektra. There *might* have been a small chuckle, maybe, as he acknowledges the request, calling out across the din.

    "Your wish is my command."

    With that, Danny offers an elaborate mock bow, then, with a wink, he shifts course towards the bar, to place said request. It doesn't take long....after all, Josie heard just as well as Danny did, but she smiles and nods to Danny all the same, shooing him over towards the table with Elektra already present...and soon to be Matt and his friend.

Daredevil has posed:
"Well, then you'll want to make friends with Mrs. Gonzales, out of our pie making clients, she currently tops Foggy's list," Matt advises Mary sagely. "She'll be in this week to discuss her case."

Mary's exhuberence leaves Matt blinking behind his shades, a wry upwards curl to his lips.

"Elektra," he greets as he's called to and heads to, saying to Mary, "Looks like we're over here," gesturing in Elektra's direction. When everyone is gathered Matt handles the introductions. "Everyone, this is Mary Walker, she's just signed on at Nelson and Murdock, so, be nice. Mary, these are my friends Elektra Natchios and Danny Rand."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
When the woman calls out, Mary glances her way while tucking a strand of air behind her left ear. There is the faintest of frowns as she looks at the wall of the booth then she heaves a tiny sigh. She places her palm on the wall a moment before shifting to pick up her phone and slide out of the booth, automatically adjusting her jacket and skirt as she stands. She follows her new boss over to the table.

"It's very nice to meet you both," she says, offering a proper handshake. If it is accepted, it's admittedly on the wimpy, weak wristed side and not a nice firm grip.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra smiles at the woman, extending her hand, and giving it a very businesswoman like shake. If Mary is the sort to notice, she'd be aware of the callouses on Elektra's palms that don't exactly suit the outfit, or the society pages. But most aren't really that savvy.

"Ah. Yes. Karen's, well, not quite replacement. But Matthew here has been saying she's been branching out some. I'm glad they finally hired someone before Foggy decided to do the paperwork himself."

Which is absurd, as Foggy would most likely have just hired someone else to boot, though perhaps not, given Matt's secrets and all.

"Plenty of room for all. I was expecting a friend, but she had to cancel at the last minute. However, the rest of you will more than make up for it, I'm certain."

Iron Fist has posed:
    When Mary's hand is relinquished by Elektra, Danny takes his turn to shake it. His grip is more relaxed, but certainly a bit more firm than most. Of course, his hands seem a bit on the rough side, too, but his casual appearance seems in line with his hands. Nope, nothing unusual here.

    "Well, I was just wandering in for really no good reason. Which is the best sort of reason. But, well....since you insist...." And, with that, he reaches to slide a chair out for Mary, waiting to sit until the lady is seated herself.

Daredevil has posed:
"Let's go with protoge," Matt reasons as to where Mary and Karen fit into the firm's somewhat limited org chart. "She really made a case for her." Despite limited administrative qualifications, but then Karen shared Matt's natural protective streak.

"And c'mon, Foggy? Doing paperwork, I don't think we we were near that bad." There's a smile for that and he puts in an order for a Macallam, neat.

"Good enough reason for me, Danny. You know you're always welcome down here," he says with a smile which covered his look of amusement at Danny's sudden gallantry.

"So what's everyone been up to?" he asks.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Thank you," Mary says to Danny with a bright smile as she settles on the offered chair. She glances around from the spot they are at, trying to find the right vantage that pleases her artistic view. Not spotting anything immediately she is forced to--gasp--pay attention to her table companions a bit more. She orders a Guinness when the orders are taken.

Elektra has posed:
For herself, Elektra has a scotch. Well, and the beer that had previously been ordered, though that does seem to be a free for all for everyone at the table. As are the wings that start arriving, complete with crudite and dipping sauces.

"So is today your first day, then?" Matt hadn't mentioned hiring someone, so as far as she knows, this was an impulsive decision. Then again, she had been busy bringing her own business life back online so perhaps it had just slipped through the cracks of that.

Danny is informed, "Of course I insist. It would be terribly rude to expect you to sit at the bar and drink by yourself, or worse, pretend you weren't trying to overhear the conversation at the table. Besides someone has to help me tell terrible Matthew stories."

Is she joking about that?

Iron Fist has posed:
    "Well, then congratulations are in order!" As Danny sits last, he shoots an amused look over towards Matt as laughter color Danny's words. "What? I have you know that I can be quite debonaire when I wish to be." Of course, this is said as Danny unceremoniously drops into a chair, so obviously, now is not one of those times.

    Shifting to Elektra, Danny shakes his head in minor disbelief. Or more laughter. "Really now. I have friends! I wouldn't dream of trying to eavesdrop....so blantantly." That smile twists into a slight smirk. "But, yes, you do save me having to try to listen. So...thank you for that."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt chuckles at Elektra and Danny's byplay.

"Don't be ridiculous, we all sit at the same table, it's the law, trust me on that one," Matt says with a bit of his usual dry humour.

Elektra's threat of stories is met with a shake of his head and a laugh. "What stories? I am as pure as driven snow," he insists before turning to Mary. "Trust me, both of them are pathological liars," pot, kettle Mr. Murdock, "You can't trust a word they say, especially about me."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
The rapid fire conversation has Mary's full attention as she looks from one to the other. Obviously old friends and very comfortable around each other. When her beer arrives, she takes a quick sip then puts her arm back down in her lap, half wrapped around her torso.

"Yes, I interviewed this morning and they hired me on the spot," Mary explains with a bright smile. "I didn't expect that but it came at the best time. I mean, I'm an artist otherwise and the starving part of that moniker is very true. It's just enough to pay the bills."

She glances over at Matt and it's as though he spoke the gospel as she nods. "I will keep that in mind." Then she stage whispers. "So, why do you hang around them?"

Elektra has posed:
"Hardly pathological, Matthew," Elektra complains, though she doesn't touch the 'liar' portion of his assertion. Mary being told, "How nice. You must have impressed them both greatly. I'm sure you'll be up to snuff on the job in no time." Expecting that Karen will be more than adequate at filling her 'partner' in quickly enough in both the assets and foibles of the men Mary is now working for.

Danny Elektra chuckles at, lifting her glass of scotch in something of a mock salute. "Friends, now, is it, /and/ debonaire? Oh my. You should be careful. With a pedigree like that, I might be convinced to change the object of my affections without warning."

As if. It's not like anyone would believe she's about to dump Matt for anyone, let alone Danny. Besides, Danny was rumoured to have his romantic sights fixed rather firmly elsewhere.

Iron Fist has posed:
    Instead of addressing the liar comment or the pedigree declaration, Danny instead chooses to address the mock whisper...of why Matt hangs out with people like Elektra and himself. He leans over, mock conspiratorially, and offers an answer. "I have no idea. Matt just has the worst taste in friends." There's a wink, then a lopsided grin. "But really, Matt. Me, a liar? Why, I am a perfect little angel." Then, a sidelong glance to Elektra. "Yet another title to add to the pedigree."

    However, before Danny goes too far in his good-natured ribbing, he reaches over and snags a glass of beer to drink. It may be that he is thirsty, or really just a way to silence himself before he crosses over the line of being funny to just being pathetic. Not that it ever stopped him before...but hey, new person. Gotta make a good impression.

Daredevil has posed:
"Oh? What sort of art?" Matt asks curious. It must have been a quick interview indeed if Matt was that lacking on details..

As for Mary's question, he stage whispers back: "They usually pay for the drinks."

"So, recreational then?" Matt asks Elektra with a teasing smile. "I seem to remember one about a certain car..." he begins letting it trail off on purpose before taking a sip of his scotch, savouring the burn as it made it's way down his throat. Supersenses, really made the experience something else. "Right? Does perfect little angel come before or after the sworn enemy bit..." he asks before he says, "And hey, I don't know despite the long winded names and recreational lying, I think I've got pretty good friends."

"Even if one of them might abandon me at any moment," he says with a grin for Elektra.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Oh various mediums. I prefer oils or actually sculpting. Played with pretty much everything. Watercolors can be interesting for the play of the colors as they bleed into one another," Mary says, before giving a little shrug, realizing that she's probably babbling a little more than necessary.

She glances at Elektra and puts the two pieces together. Her joking about leaving someone, Matt's comment about being abandoned. They are a couple.

Which leaves the debonair one who is now trying to pay a lot of attention to his beer. "Rand. Why is that name familiar?" she asks.

Elektra has posed:
There's an outright laugh from Elektra now, for Matt, the sound rich and low. "You can't prove that car wasn't mine, and until you do, I must fall upon a tenet of the law that I'm innocent until proven guilty." Lips pursed in mirth. "As for recreational lying, you don't honestly expect me to admit to that, do you?"

A sip of scotch is taken before she notes for poor Mary, "Danny Rand. CEO of Rand industries. He might be wearing rumpled clothing, but don't let that fool you. However, for all his failing of pedigree," teasing about something that seems to be between herself and him, "he's a good sort. You'd do well to befriend someone like him."

As opposed, one might note, to nominating herself into that crowd.

Leaning in to Danny to whisper, equally conspiratorially, "I think I'm paying tonight. That or I'll fight you for the honour."

Iron Fist has posed:
    "Way to spoil the surprise, Elektra." The glass of beer is set down as Danny chuckles. At the mention of fighting for the honour to pick up the tab, Danny throws up his hands in a submissive nature. "As much as I would normally jump at that opportunity, I think I will just let you have that honour."

    Danny turns to regard Mary. "It was really my dad's company and Joy actually runs it. I am just the pretty face they present to the stockholders so business continues." Another sip is taken. "You might have seen the Rand building...down in lower Manhattan. They..." with that, he indicates to both Matt and Elektra, "...like to bust my chops on coming over here, as if I had better places to go."

    "Because, I know there no better place to get wings than here...." Okay...that might be a lie...or at least an exaggeration.

Daredevil has posed:
Mary's description of her art gives Matt pause, he can still remember colours, imagine what they must look like though with time that memory has faded. He smiles sadly for a moment before he puts his smile back in it's place. "I think I can appreciate the sculpting at least," he offers as something of a joke, even if it's not a good one.

To Elektra he smiles, "Sure, sure, hide behinf the /law/ what sort of defense is that?" Matt asks wryly red lenses of his glasses going skyward as he chuckles with good humour. As for admitting to lying? "Of course not, I know you too well for that."

As for Danny, Matt says, "Elektra's not wrong, Danny's a good guy to have in your corner, even without all the buildings and piles of cash," he say joking, but with vein of truth at it's core, Danny was worth far more than his money. "Definitely someone you want as a friend."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"That would explain it," Mary says in response to why she knew the Rand name. She takes a quick gulp of her Guinness, trying not to look as wide-eyed as she is feeling.

A few droplets of sweat appear on her forehead and she reaches up with a napkin to pat them away. "Is it getting a little warm in here?" she asks out of no where. She looks around and no one else in the room seems to be uncomfortable. That's when she realizes what is happening. Even that tiny bit of discomfort has her champions trying to rise to the top of the heap. Not here, not now!

Suddenly she pushes herself to her feet. "I am so very sorry. I just realized how late it is. I really have to be going." Her temperature is getting slightly higher as she gets more fearful with the situation she finds herself in. "It was truly a pleasure to meet both of you," she says to Danny and Elektra. "I'm certain we will see more of one another in the future."

And like a shot, she's heading for the door.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra calmly sips her scotch while watching Mary fluster and take her leave, turning then, to Matt, "She seems nice enough. I'm sure she'll do fine."

Danny gets a turn being laughed at softly, "You've mellowed. That, or I have. Regardless, it's nice to see you good spirits, and not have to end the evening with one of us bearing bruises." Adding, with a grin, "Other than those of the ego. Though I would like to talk to you at some point about some charitible ventures, and the possibility of a Gala?"

Thoughtfully, "Actually, your little friend there, Matthew, has made me think. Something we did at the Hugo Building - featuring artists from our own community. Something of an extension of that done on a larger scale."

Iron Fist has posed:
    "Why do you think I am letting you pick up the tab? I was just getting used to the idea of having normal skin tone." At the mention of mellowing, Danny just shrugs. "One of the benefits of growing older. One is supposed to get wiser alongside it. Besides, I am not fighting you. So...I'm allowed to be a little relaxed." With that, Danny raises his glass to Elektra in a mock toast, then takes a sip.

    Setting the glass back to the table, Danny leans back in the chair. "So....an art gala? We can do that. Joy would just love the positive PR. Let me know when you want to talk about that and I will clear my schedule for it."

Daredevil has posed:
Mary's sudden departure is taken in stride, and he calls after her with a muted. "See you at work," before he shakes his head and takes a drink. She was flightly but there was something about her that made him want to believe she'd do a good job. "I think so," he says to Elektra's remarks. "Beside Karen'll put her through her paces by the end of the week and Jess and Kate will have her background check done, you know, when I get them the info..."

He added that to his mental to-do list.

"An art gala, well, I can certainly come and feel up the sculpture," he jokes before he gives it a more serious nod. "I like that idea, could probably get the parish involved as well, you know Catholics and art."

Elektra has posed:
"Good," Elektra says succinctly, her mind already working on details. "I'll have my people contact your people, and the parish might be a totally viable idea. I'm still thinking about a few details, but once we know better, I'll bring you up to date with what you need to know."

"Gentlemen, too much talking. There are wings to be had."