7795/All the Coffee

All the Coffee
Date of Scene:	08 June 2019
Location:	The Coffee Bean - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lara Croft, Fiona Glenanne, Darcy Lewis

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Lara Croft has posed:
Some very important items were stolen from Lara Croft's collection in the SHIELD 'secure' warehouses. Powerful magical relics that could be used for very terrible things... as such, she's under a lot of pressure to try to find them (again) and get them back to a safe place.

So today, here and now, Lara is walking into the coffee bean on her way to speak to a contact. Wearing a light gray tanktop her shoulders and arms are left bare. Its well into summer weather now and its thusly quite warm out, but, she's still wearing long pants and boots because thats her preferred style.

With her cellphone up to her ear, Lara Croft is speaking into it. "I understand." The British woman says to whomever is on the other end. "But as soon as he's available, I need to come and speak to him."

Lara walks to get in line to place an order, she raises her aviator sunglasses up off of her eyes and places them atop her forehead over her brown hair. "Yes, right." She continues. "Thank you, Wong." She states before lowering the phone, deactivating it and then stuffing it into her right hip pocket.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona Glannan is sitting at a table in a nice, comfortable chair wearing a salmon colored blouse, her usual double banded Hermes watch on her left wrist and her snug jeans that lead into ankle boots. She's got a nice, hot steaming coffee and her own phone out. "What do you mean?" she asks into it, her practiced New York accent showing her irritation. "That you lost your rental car?" Fiona asks. "And you kept all your stuff in the trunk. You know they record calls from jail, right?" she all but spits into the cell and is counting down the seconds till the phone goes dead on the jail end. "You got caught with your own stuff. That's not my concern. My responsibility ended when I told you driving to Canada was a bad, bad ideaa"

The phone goes deead and Fi pockets it and finally adds creamer and sugar to her coffee, sipping it. Taking a look around, Fiona smiles. She may have had family that did awful things, and been a criminal in her past...but.....credit where it's due....she's trying to turn it around. She's here, and not in cuffs or, worse....dead. Fi gets up to get more sugar and creamer, then nods to Lara in greeting, jsut a silent nod as Fi digs through the little packets of creamer and takes a few, then pauses for a moment. "Hey, do you have any ginger or anything like that?" she asks the barista, and is told to get to the back of the line. Instead she returns to her seat and begins pouring creamer into her coffee and stirs it more, licking off the spoon once she's done.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara returns the nod to Fi and offers a light smile as well before she steps forward with the line. Once its all said and done, once her coffee cup is in hand, Lara turns and starts to walk to one of the tables. She chooses one specifically beside where Fiona is and she sets the small plastic cup of ginger down upon Fiona's table.

"Why on Earth they'd make someone wait in line for that is beyond me." Lara says then, her British accent is calm and fluid, with that refined perfection of a London native.

Lara then starts to settle in to the table beside Fiona's then, her phone is set down upon the table's surface, along with her own cup of whatever it is that she ordered for herself.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi nods to Lara when the British woman sits next to her table and even gets a little wave from Fi....before the final packet fo creamer is dumped into Fiona's coffee and stirred with a certain....annoyance level. Mostly due to being put to the back of the line like a naughty schoolgirl. Total. Not. Cool. Fi though looks over to Lara. "Hey" she says and sips her coffee. "Can you believe they put me to the back of the line?" she asks and sips her coffee again, setting it down with raised palms, like she's protesting innocense. Which in this case she really is innocent...but the holster and her Colt ACP .45 M1911 put doubt on that. Sure, she's got permits to carry....albeit questionably obtained but legal ones....and she's taking zero chances. She's also not about to shoot up the place for getting put to the back of the line. She's got a tiny bit more restraint.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara looks back over to Fiona from the table beside hers, with one hand still on her drink and the other touching the corners of her phone resting atop her own table. "I can only assume the person is some manner of control freak." Lara quips back to Fiona with a light and soft smile before she raises her cup up to her lips to sip from it.

Croft spots the gun on Fiona's person, eyes it for a moment before she looks up to her face again. "Are you with the NYPD?" She asks, assuming Fiona to be a detective of some variety, it would seem.

Her phone buzzes on the table, she glances down at the message and then just swipes it away, apparently not interested in whatever it had to say.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Coffee. Coffee coffee coffee coffee.

Yes, the Triskelion has a cafeteria. Yes, the cafeteria has a coffee maker. Yes, Darcy makes use of it. There are some days, however, when one NEEDS some Coffee Bean.

Plus, Darcy was out and about already.

She makes her way in, work out clothes darkened in spots from having just finished a work out. Over one shoulder is a sports duffle, fat and heavy with her gear tucked away inside. Hair in a french braid that hangs down her back nearly to her waist, the fly-aways dance about her face like a halo. She flip flops in - the skin on her mostly bare feet pink from having just been in socks and shoes - and makes her way to the counter to figure out what she feels her recent workout has earned her as a reward.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi laughs. "Maybe he is, I mean, going to the back of the line for getting ginger. Really" Fi says folding her arms and shaking her head with a weary sigh. "I bet if I go ask for a cookie I'll get put to the back of the line" Fi says. "Watch" she says tapping her nose. Time to test her theory...as she gets up and asks a couple in the middle of the line if she can join just behind them. Sure enough. "Back of the line Miss" is barked at her and Fi raises her hands in defeat and goes back to her seat. But not before asking a waiter to get her a cookie and finding a sneaky way around the barista. "I swear somebody needs to reach in there and pull the fucking stick out of his ass" Fi gripes as she flops back in her seat. "That's my science experiment done for the day. Am I a cop? Nah. I do a little of everythiing but got permits to carry since I nearly got shot one time" Fi explains. She's not going to tell the whole world she's a gun runner and bounty hunter. One of those will get her arrested. The other turned into Swiss bullet cheese by the wrong people. "Admittedly, I did join the longest line at the counter, too" Fi adds before sipping her cocoa. "Your cookie, Miss" she hears and gives the waiter $20. "Keep the change" she says gently and sits back, contemplating eating the cookie now, or after her coffee. Looking around again she nods to the woman who just came in after a workout and smiles softly knowing a thing or three about workouts.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara will watch Fiona go to do her line experiment and the whole show of it makes her smile to the point of nearly laughing, but the British woman maintains herself and just looks down to her phone again as Fiona gets back-of-the-lined, only to retreat back to her table. "I thought it was going to work that time." Lara quietly comments over to the woman again, whilst the cookie is delivered.

Being that Lara doesn't like to keep her back toward any entryways, especially when in public, she's facing the main entrance from where she's seated at the table beside Fiona's. She watches Darcy stride in, recognizes her and raises a hand to wave once-and-if they make eye contact.

The comment about nearly getting shot makes Lara look back to Fiona. "This city is a dangerous place sometimes. I'm glad it was only 'almost' shot though." She says, showing a light smile before she sips from her cup again.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Ah, the line experiment. Darcy watches with a bemused smirk on her face and a light shake of her head. WHen Fiona gets her cookies and Darcy gets her order, she turns to spot Lara at a table with Line Scientist! Sipping her coffee with her sandwich in hand, she makes her way to the table and drops her bag down by an empty chair as it the slight wave had been an invitation. Maybe for Darcy, it was.

"Hey, Mac! How's it shaking?" she greets Lara, one foot pulling her chair out as she sets her things on the table. Her eyes drift to Lara's tablemate.

"Hi. Darcy. Nice to meet you." she says, all smiles.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi goes to speak as her phone rings. "Glannan. Yes it's Fiona. The only one" she says with a sad tinge. "Okay, so you called me because you were idiot enough to buy up a lot of airsoft guns, then somehow. Despite them....hold on. Hold on" Fi says. "You're in London. You bought up Airsoft guns. You then went to the pub. Got wasted, and forgot where you put your car. You tried to break into the one next to it. Meantime, the landlord found your car, had it towed, The impound lot found the guns...and you're on the hook for gun running? You're calling me, why?" Fi asks. "No. I'm in New York. I'm not going to get you out of this. Tell you what. Sell them to the collector...what do you mean they're actual Airsoft...Oh for the love of God. You can't even buy guns right" Fi groans. "Don't call me back. Call me back when you actually smarten up. Padraig you're an idiot. You know that the cops had people watching you, right? I mean, Even I know that when the cops bust a guy bringing a god damn rocket launcher into the port they tend to flag you for surveillance. You did that. You claimed it was for a history class" Fi says sounding more and more worried. "Now you get caught with airsoft guns. Nah. Don't ever call me. I'm cutting my ties to you. Tell your mom she deserved to die in Drogheda" Fi says and hangs up with a weary sigh and gives Lara a look, a look that clearly says 'why do I deal with idiots',then she doesn't say a word. Instead, she just looks up to the ceiling like needing divine guidance. Then back to Lra and Darcy. "Hey, wait. How come you got let to get a sandwich?" Fi mock gasps, hand on her heart. "I want to know the secret to this place"

She's hoping they haven't picked up on her name. Or if they have. They're the right kind of trustworthy people. After all....Fi does sell to SHIELD, and she's aware they know of her. She just never can figure out who is in and out of SHIELD on a daily basis.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara cannot help but show Darcy a slight grin upon the woman's approach and her greeting, she's always liked Darcy's sense of humor, its very very American and admittedly it has a way of inspiring attempts at similar responses out of her... though Lara's sense of humor isn't quite as capable, arguably at least.

"All is shaking as it properly should be." Lara replies in a way that is clearly indicative of these attempts to mirror Lewis' own style. She then just smiles to the woman as she settles in. "I haven't spoken to you in quite awhile, its good to see you, Darcy." She says then with her hands wrapped around the cup of tea she'd purchased for herself.

Its Fiona's phone call exchange, at the table just beside her own, that makes Lara look over to her... rather hard not to listen in on most of that which gets a glance back to Darcy and then a smile back to Fiona as the conversation comes to an end.

"Sounds like you have quite... the interesting job." Lara comments to Fiona then.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yeah, well. You should order more shit from my department," Darcy quips at her co-worker, blatantly and unapologetically eavedropping on the conversation. It sounds a lot like some of the conversation's she's had with suppliers, only this conversation sounds very not on the completely legal side.

Glannan. Fiona. London. Darcy pulls out her phone, like she's just checking a text. In reality, she's adding those things into a notepad to poke at later.

"But, you really should try shaking things inappropriately some times. Speaking of, I gotta game coming up. You should come out and then we can shake it at the after party," says the bespeckled agent that does not look or talk or act like a stuffy SHEILD Operative. She just turns a bright grin at Fiona and gives her a wink.

"You gotta have the right connections," is her reply of the sandwich. A large bite is taken for good measure. Because reasons!

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi nods and grins to Darcy. "Yeah and the wrong ones too. Guys with badges come knocking, give 'em what they want, they leave you alone for a month" she whispers, a nod to the fact she sells weapons. The 'badges' is a hint as to who. She's hoping Darcy picks up on it and makes the connection that Fi is selling to her people. Though Fi gets up again and tries another experiment, getting a bagel without issue. "Okay" she says adding cheese and butter to it as her phone rings again. "What now?" she asks and listens. "Yeah huh. Yeah. It's me. You'd like....hold on. Lemme write this down....actually send the forms over and I'l fill it out and fax it back to you" Fi says with a nod. "I know what you governmental types are like. Alright. later" FI nods and shakes her head finally...finally getting to eat her bagel, slathering butter on it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smirks at Fiona, watching as the other lady goes to get a bagel. She sips at her drink, as Fiona returns.... to answer another phone call. Well, time to entertain yourself. Darcy gets her phone, opens her camera app. On selfie mode, she snaps a pic of her with her coffee. Making it look like she didn't like the picture, Darcy switches to the outward facing camera and repeats the 'selfie', only this time she snaps a pic of Fiona instead. Smiling, because she's happy with her pic, Darcy saves it to the notepad with the three word she typed earlier, then hits Instagram to post her selfie. #CaffeineBreak #PostPracticeReward #TreatYoSelf

Phone set once more on the top, screen locked toblack and face down, Darcy takes another bite of her sandwich. Yum!!

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara had just grinned at the response from Darcy before she nodded softly a single time to her. "I would love to come to your game, I haven't ever had the opportunity to and you're right, I need to restock a lot of the supplies in the WAND offices, I should talk to Charles about that." Charles being one of Lara's co-workers in WAND, a mutant man who's seven feet tall and has dark rock-like skin.

Fiona gets another glances as Darcy addresses her, and then a soft smile as she sees the other woman raise up to go get that bagel. She watches Darcy do the phone pic grab and it makes her slightly grin, knowing full well what her friend and co-worker is up to.

Once Fiona returns, Lara has to speak up though to her. "What is it precisely that you do for a living?" She asks, before pausing. "Oh, and I'm sorry, I'm Lara. Croft." Her name is fairly well known, there was even a terrible movie about her that came out a year ago, though it didn't do that well at the box office so its not unlikely for someone to have completely missed it (and boy does she have a lot to say about that and how it all came to exist, if the topic ever did come up in the appropriate moments for her to rant on it!).

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi figures turning her phone off is a good idea. So she does...and enjoys biting into the bagel. Setting it down she looks to Lara, figuring she can trust her. "Oh I'm a licensed bounty hunter and I sell weapons to people like SHIELD and the US government" she says. A little white lie. She doesn't /only/ sell to them, and her license is....a printout but...she's making herself look good...though Lara's name catches Fi's attention. "I'll admit. I saw that movie with your name on it" she says sounding insulted. "It's a pile of horse crap honestly" Fi adds and groans. "Paid $2 to see it and got cheated out of that. Still" she says gesturing to Darcy, "If you don't mind me asking, who is she? I don't recognize her"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'll drop a ticket off in your office tomorrow. And one for Chuck, too. He's adorable," Darcy tells Lara, completely okay with mutants and the like. Of the pone grap, Darcy just gives Lara a light smile. Nothing to see here.

"Oh. They didn't put me in the movie. That's why it tanked," Darcy replies, grinning. After all, she already introduced herself. "I'm the plucky sidekick." Darcy sips her coffee again before turning to Lara.

"Which, thanks for reminding me, I totally bought a few copies on DvD. I was hoping you'd autograph them for me? I'm preppin' gifts!" Darcy says, with the tone that Lara may or may not recognize: She's got another hairbrained scheme aimed at getting friends to laugh at and with each other.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara softly does the 'Ahhhh' head nod to what it is that Fiona does. "Well, as luck would have it, you're speaking with two SHIELD employees." She says, indicating to Darcy as well. She does it because she's curious to see Fiona's action to having that knowledge.

But the part about the 'Tomb Raider' movie from last year then makes Lara openly laugh, a short laugh but one all the same. She looks to Darcy, grins to her. "I'd be happy to sign them for you and I'll make sure Charles and I are there on time to watch the game."

A look is given between the two women then, she smiles lightly. "I've gotten quite a lot of fan mail from the film. So some do like it, though... well. Its a long story. I didn't authorize its existence. It was tied into an interview I did where I gave someone the rights to write a book about what happened on my first expedition. I didn't know that also gave them the rights to sell a screen play. Anyway, whats done is done." Lara lifts her drink up and sips from it again.

"So a weapons dealer? That... must be quite an interesting line of work?" Lara asks of the very animated (and back of the line expert) Fiona.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shakes her head with a grin. "Ah, being a weapons dealier is interesting" she nods. "Nearly got shot in Africa, nearly got blown up in Russian, got arrested in Canada, you know, the usual" Fi shrugs as if it's no big deal. "Ah come on I was expecting you in the movie" Fi shrugs and laughs. "If anyone wrote a book based on me, they'd probably get shot or.....something" she shrugs and looks amused. "Nah I'm not writing books. I do my thing and it works for me" Fi says.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
And that's when Darcy's phone rings. She looks at the screen and: "Oh for fuck's sake! I'm giong to do it this time. I swear to Fucking Monkey Jesus. I am going to get his ass transferred to fucking Jersey. Gah! sorry. I gotta run." And with that, she packs up her things and heads out, finishing her notepad with 'gun-runner, SHIELD supplier', and putting her phone away. She'll look Fiona up when she gets into the office and then... likely it'll get pushed up to May.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara shows a sympathetic smile over to Fiona then. "Yes well, you're young, you can save book writing for later?" She flashes a wider smile then before Darcy raises up. She winces at what she hears the other say on the phone and as the ever famous and popular Darcy Lewis makes her departure, Lara waves gently. "Good luck, Darcy. I'll be cheering for you at the game." She offers the words of encouragement to her friend.

Her eyes drop then back down upon her cell phone, its much less active than the others are, for now at least. "Its a small world though." She says then to Fiona again before taking another sip of her drink. "SHIELD employees and a weapons dealer, ending up in the same coffee shop. Hopefully no one comes in to arrest or shoot at you though."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shakes her head with a ;a laugh. "I gotta remember that fucking monkey Jesus line" Fi says with a wicked smile. "Yeah I've had an interesting life" Fi points out, figuring now's time to be genuinely true to Lara and drop the BS. "I'm early 30s" Fi says and her accent reverts back to his normal Irish accent. "Grew up in Ireland, was in the IRA. My little sister was killed in a bombing gone wrong" Fi says with tears in her eyes, "Got out of there, came here" she adds wiping her eyes. "I could write it in a book" she offers looking over, "You think people would read it?" she asks with a quiet voice. It is, really a small world. "Wouldn't be the first time, Lara" Fi says with a laugh. "Seems people take offense to being a weapons supplier" she nods, sipping her coffee to relax.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara places her forearms together on the edge of her table as she leans gently onto them and keeps her eyes over onto that of Fiona's face while the woman explains herself a bit. Gentle nods accompany some of what she says to Lara and then a light smile is shown.

"I think people would read it." She responds. "And I'm very sorry for your loss, and hardships." She offers that as a bit of hopeful comfort upon seeing the tears glisten at the base of Fiona's eyes for a moment.

The part about the weapons and people being offended makes Lara sit up a little straighter then and she lowers one hand down into her lap while the other grasps the base of her coffee cup. "People are..." Lara looks away, to the rest of the shop they're in. "Easily offended these days." Her eyes go back to Fiona then. "I'm sure if you're doing everything as on-the-level as you can, then you've nothing to truly feel guilty for." Lara's not quite sure about that though, as Fiona seems to be potentially a little less on such a proper level.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"I do what's needed to get by" Fi says defiantly, her fiery nature peeking through. "If that means seling illegal stuff to keep a roof over my head, or valuing a stolen art piece or telling somebody where to best sell a hundred kilos of cocaine...." Fi says. "Of course, I could also be putting them into a trap" Fi adds and sounds like she's done that before. "Depends which way my motivations go. I've nobody to answer to right now, do I?" she asks with a look as she sips her coffee again, spreading her arms on the table. "Look. I don't give a fuck if somebody gets offended at me selling a gun. It's business. I mean, if you're a cop, your guns come from somewhere, it's business. If you're some gangbanger robbing a store, you grab your gun and knife from somewhere or whatever the fuck you use, right? End of the day it comes down to business. I got stuff people need. I sell it. I don't ask questions, I take the money. Look, Lara. If I worried about ethics, I'd never make any money and I'd be living on the streets, ya know? It's the same with bounties. I'll take them for the money and don't ask questions. Yeah you may think I'm a heartless psychotic bitch for this" she says, working up to a rant, between sips of coffee. "But put yourself in my shoes. I don't have some big financial backer, I don't have people in uniform and I don't have job security. I'm going day by day" Fi points out. "If I gotta break the law to survive. I will, if I sell a gun that's used to kill somebody, that's not my problem. I sold them the gum. I didn't pull the trigger. I just take the money" Fi says and drains her coffee. "You know what I'm getting at. Survival, yeah? It's all about survival and doing what you can to get by. The law's only good when you got a lot of shit. Okay so what I sell guns, I sell to anyone who'll pay me. All the sides. Way I se it, if I selll to everyone, nobody's got a huge advantage" Fi points out, finally falling silent.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara, meanwhile, just sits and listens, her attentive stare is a respectful level of focus upon the woman speaking about all of this that which she does. Once its all said and out there, Lara just softly shakes her head left to right.

"I'm certainly not judging you." She states. "I buy and use weapons to protect myself, as many others do. I only use them to ensure my own safety... and as you say, survival."

Her cup is lifted up and she takes another sip from it before she sets it softly back down upon the table and gathers up her phone, lowering it down to slip it into her pocket on her right hip again.

"I hope no harm befalls you, as well. It sounds like it likely is a job that comes with a lot of inherit danger, considering how open you are to selling to anyone who can afford your services."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi smiles a cruel smile. "Oh people judge me. Hey I hope I survive in one piece too" she adds before smiling. "It was nice talking to you though but I need to get going. I got a client I need to meet" Fi nods and waves before stepping out the door and whistling for a cab.