7815/GOD OF COFFEE
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| GOD OF COFFEE | |
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| Date of Scene: | 10 June 2019 |
| Location: | Cafe - Greenwich Village |
| Synopsis: | In which Thor finds Darcy in a coffee shop and she touches his hammer. Or Get your minds out of the gutter you sick puppies! It was Mjolnir not ..ya know. |
| Cast of Characters: | Darcy Lewis, Thor
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- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Coffee, the exlir of the Gods. Darcy's out and about, stepping into a cafe in Greenwich Village to get herself a cup of caffeinated deliciousness. She rolls in, having taken the afternoon to skate about town. It was warm and dry and dodging pedistrians is fun. She stands in line, eyes on the menu, thinking.
- Thor has posed:
"Darcy Lewis."
That voice, deep and booming without actually being loud, is unmistakable. Authorative. Masculine. Inviting. Friendly. It can only belong to one man, The God of Thunder and current standing King of Asgard, Thor Odinson. And there he is, standing there, towering head and door-wide shoulders over most of the rest of the people waiting in line. His rugged features, lined with a thick, ruddy beard, are lit up with a smile that reflects in his kind, if mismatched, eyes of blue and copper.
"It is good to see you, Darcy," he says as he steps forward to approach, though interestingly enough, he doesn't stand beside her. She is still the person in front of him in the line, after all. It's also notable that he's dressed in casual, civilian clothes. Nice, black boots cover his feet, and snuggly fitting black jeans cover his powerful, long legs. A gray Henley shirt clings to his barrel chested upper body, with a deep, lush red overcoat on over it.
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Her name. Booming voice. Darcy turns to look. And gods what a look! Her green eyes slide down then up Thor's frame, appraising his mortal attire. She grins up at him, still up at him even in the extra six inches her roller skates give her.
"Hey! Thor. It's good to see you too." Darcy says, offering her arms up, like a child, for a hug.
"How the hell are you, man? I'm about to get soem coffee. You want some?"
- Thor has posed:
The towering behemoth of a God looks down at Darcy, without looking /down/ on Darcy, and his smile parts his lips, revealing dimples and perfect white teeth. As she raises her hands towards him, the Thunderer bends at the knees and hooks the treetrunks that serve as his arms around her. As he straightens back up, he hoists her aloft, and does a single spin as he embraces her, before settling her down onto her skates.
"Coffee! Yes! Coffee is exactly why I am here, as well! What a coincidence!" He points a finger up at the counter, casting a questioning look, and asks, completely devoid of any irony or guile, "Do you come here often?"
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
This is why Thor-hugs are best hugs. Spun, Darcy giggles happily, clinging with her arms and just letting the rest dangle. Set back down on her wheels, she puts her toe stop down to keep from rolling.
"I do, actually! Are you stalking me?" Darcy asks, her tone light and teasing and all too pleased with herself. "Becuase, if you are, I'm going to have to buy you a cup of coffee!"
- Thor has posed:
"Nonsense!" Thor proclaims, his humor not faltering in the light of her "accusation". He slides the tails of his wine colored jacket back, so that he can slip his large meaty hands into the depths of his pockets. "We simply take many long walks together where only I am aware that we're doing so."
He winks that coppery brown eye at her, the blue one taking on a mischievous glint. However, his smile does diminish, if only slightly. There is the first hint of strain at the corner edges of his twinkling eyes, and tension that pulls at the corners of his lips. He might actually look tired.
"As King of New Asgard, I could not accept my friend buying my overpriced beverage for me," He states, before nodding his head towards the counter. He gives a momentary pause, and his voice dips quieter, so that she may be the only one to hear him. "Besides, they'll give both of us our drinks for free if I let them take a selfie with myself and Mjolnir."
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy laughs at the stalker come back, the laughter bubbling up as he winks. It dulls when she spots that hint of fatigue on her friend, and she titls her head slightly. Righ tinto him offering to play the celebrity card for free caffiene. Darcy snickers again, rolling about stand at his side so they can get to the counter together.
"Oh, well. in that case. How is Mewmew, anyway?" Like the hammer is a pet she adores.
- Thor has posed:
"Mjolnir is mighty as ever!" Thor exclaims, and raises one open hand idly to his side. Just as a person is walking through the door, the hammer itself comes swooping in at bullet speeds just over there head, making the poor man flinch and duck in the wind-blasted wake of the projectile. Of course, it slides directly into his open palm, as if it is the only home that the hammer has ever known. Thor offers Darcy another smile, this one softer, and close-lipped. Tossing the hammer in his hand, letting it flip once before he catches it casually, he then holds it out to her.
"It's okay. You can touch it if you want," He teases her playfully. "As long as you hold no evil intent in your heart, it won't obliterate your corporeal form and send your atoms scattering to the four winds, while your soul descends screaming to Hel."
He may be playing things up a bit for the crowd that is now turning all attention on to them.
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
What a ham! Darcy smiles back, watching Thor's bolstering and posturing for the crowd closely enough to read that close-lipped smile. Soemthing's up.
"Oh, baby. You're letting me touch your hammer." Darcy coos, helping him by playing along before she gingerly reaches out and cringes as she sets her hand on the flat of the hammer's head. The cafe was silent and tense, worried for this girl.
- Thor has posed:
When Darcy play swoons, Thor just gives a singular rise and fall of his eyebrows. His eyes fall to her hand as she reaches out and touches the hammer, and he looks up to see her cringe. He'll let her fingers rest atop the glistening, cool surface of that Uru metal weapon for a full three seconds of anticipation from the room that one can almost feel. Like a buildup of static electricity in the air.
"PZZZZZZT!!!"
The sound comes from Thor himself, buzzing between his teeth and jumping in Darcy's direction to attempt to startle her more. Of course, there are gasps and a single clipped shriek from the other patrons who had been observing.