7877/Downtown In The Village

Downtown In The Village
Date of Scene:	14 June 2019
Location:	Cafe Polychrome, Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Just two women having drinks and conversation
Cast of Characters:	Captain Marvel (Danvers), Fiona Glenanne

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Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol has had a rough bit of it the last month or so, shuffling between galactic adventures, while trying to keep tabs on the worrying situation on Earth with the Sentinels. Luckily there were others such as the Avengers and X-Men to count on, but it was never good when money hungry dorks like Trask and Luthor were advancing schemes of global domination. Still, there's something to be said for having a moment to oneself, enjoying a cup of double espresso, and pretending life isn't that chaotic after all.

Which is exactly what Carol is doing at the moment, sitting at the Cafe Polychrome.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona Glennan, bomb artist, gun runner, bounty hunter, and....apparently coffee drinker. She's strolling in, casual as she pleases with a t-shirt, faux leather jacket, jeans, ankle boots, and a pistol in a holster under the jacket. She's still not taking too many chances, but at least she's not crazy enough to shoot anyone. She's just got her gun for defending herself....and another one in a hidden ankle holster, too. She's strolling to the counter to order a regular coffee with cream and sugar. Discussing the order, she looks around the cafe and finds a spot to sit...not too near, not to far from Carol really. Fi's had a rough time of it too....well...in her own way. She's tangled with people who nearly blew her up. And people who decided she's the one to call and spilll their secrets from jail. Fiona really.....really needs this coffee and looks around the cafe again, stifling a yawn. She's looking just like a girl next door, faded band tee, cracked brown faux-leather jacket, faded jeans, mussed up ankle boots. She's wearing this for a reason.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol herself is dressed quite casually, black crop top, red leather jacket, washed up jeans and red flats. The only real potential giveaway she's not your usual person on the street might be the golden lightning bolt emblazoned on her top, suggestive of her days as Ms. Marvel. Then again, she could always just be a fan.

"You got anyone after you...?" Carol asks Fiona teasingly, an amused expression set on her visage, her approach easily discarded as someone making a joke at Fi's apparent alertness.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi laughs softly and shakes her head. "I pissed off Ireland" Fi says jokingly. "So now I'm not taking my chances. Especially knowing how good they are" Fi says and hands over her ID, it's got her name and photo on it, and it's absolutely clearly visible. Fi's speaking in her natural Americanized accent. "Now can I hae....may I have" she corrects herself, "My order" she asks and sits at the counter, sliding money over in exchange for her caffinated nectar. She slides sugar and creamer in. lots. And....lots of creamer, and sugar, stirring with a delicate motion as she orders one of those little cookies that come in packets. She digs into one before reading the pack. Mistake. She's chowing down on weed-infused cookies. Admittedly....she was handed the cookies by another customer, but....she's just eaten a whole two ginger cookies with THC in them. Fi's not out of it.....yet. But she's drinking coffee, too. And setting up for one hell of a fun time...

Fi takes back her ID and slides it in her pocket again, looking into her coffee then sippping it casually.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Oh my, an entire country, huh?" Carol laughs, appreciating an unusual answer for a change. "So, how does one get to piss off an entire country?" Carol muses, sipping her espresso, as she invites Fi to share more of her story if she'll take the offer.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shakes her head with a grin. "Oh, let's see....I walked away from a few people" Fiona says and looks amused. Apparently that weed settled in as she giggles. "Oh I was in the IRA and was a bomb expert. Got bored and walked off, ran guns, take in bounties" Fi giggles and sips her coffee more. "See. See" Fiona adds, "I got Ireland mad at me. I like living, ya know?" she asks and blinks a few times. Maybe she's adding details in Morse code, perhaps, but she orders another coffee and pays for it, "What about you?" Fi asks and leans forward to get a better look. Which just means she faceplants the bar with a dull thump. "Ow! There's a bar there. Ow my nose" Fi says rubbing at it then looking at the bar blearily.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Fancy that...not everyday you meet IRA bomb experts," Carol is rather surprised at just how much Fi is sharing with her, "I trust you didn't make it this far by sharing this so readily, right?" Just a guess. Good thing Carol isn't affiliated with Ireland. "I hear you on that one, I enjoy living quite a bit myself." Seeing how Fi shared what to most would sound like ludicrous details, Carol offers in return, in a clearly joking tone, "oh, just former CIA, ace fighter jet pilot, that kind of stuff."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi laughs, and nudges the cookie tray toward her companion. "Try one" she says and sips her coffee. Thankfully, Fi's not totally and utterly out of it...yet. "Oh no I felt like talking when I ate these cookies. I like 'em" she adds definitively, then looks more amused. "Oh no, I didn't tell just anyone...hey....wait..>CIA? I know those letters....." she says and scratches her nose, sipping her coffee. "CIA. CIA...." she says and clicks her fingers. "Oh yeah. 'Mercan intelligence people" she adds. "Nah I'm not welcome in Ireland so I showed up here. I do my thing" she says with a wink and shaking her hips....which....just results in her sprawled on the floor. She gets up quickly, her coffee on the counter as she looks at it, then sips it. "So you're ex CIA and a fighter pilot? What? CIA got their own squadrons? Is it Top Spooks now or somethin' like that?" she asks trying her best to sound totally and utterly serious. The fact she's completely, totaly and utterly stoned makes her points totally and utterly invalid...but she's asking them anyhow. "That's so amazing I want a fighter jet" she says.

Yep. Fi's stoned alright....where would she even keep a jet? More to the point, she can't even fly y a training plane....let alone a full on Mach 2 fighter jet. Fi's gonna regret this one later. That's the nagging voice at the back of her head she's fervently ignoring, telling it to go away or enjoy a cookie.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"No, thank you," Carol holds up her hand in polite refusal, "I just really needed the coffee. Sweets, are, not generally good for you. Old habits, being health conscious," Carol notes with a friendly smile. Does she know what the cookies are? Maybe she's just being honest. "I do too," Carol laughs at Fi's words, "did you know 'C', 'I', and 'A' all feature in the English alphabet?"

When asked about CIA Squadrons, Carol giggles, "not quite, totally not related. I mean, just like they don't have editors. I was also an Editor once, if you ever read the Bugle's WOMAN magazine. That was fun." Carol also seems to concur with Fi's assessment of her wants, "oh you -definitely- want a fighter jet. Any sensible person would. They're just about the best."

"So just what kind of stuff are you doing around here? I hope not the same as Ireland, you don't want to make American pissed, you know?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi grins and looks impressed. "See, I'd like a fighter jet. But I'll stick with my car" Fi says and sips her coffee. "Me? What do I do? Stuf, ya know, stuff. I sell weapons to SHIELD" Fi points out. Less of the 'illegal weapon sales' type or bounty hunter. Still.....Fi shrugs and does her best to look innocent....or as innocent as she could be, really. Fiona sips her coffee more. "What about you?" she adds with a grin.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Finishing her coffee, Carol tsks as she shakes her head in dismay. Drunk or high talking about stuff people would assume is random mumbling is one thing, implicating SHIELD in the off chance someone was there who could take it seriously, was an altogether different thing. "Me...? I help people who carelessly spout what could be state secrets figure out how classified information works," by the time she's done with her sentence, she's left some money on the counter, "for me and the woman," she inclines her head at Fiona. So far so good, but then Carol exhibits her supernatural speed and strength, when before the addled Fiona could react, she has her seemingly supported, while actually grabbing her quite firmly, "let's take a walk so you could freshen up, I think your coffee was spiked, you were talking nonsense," Carol offers cheerful before leading Fiona out of there. Thing is, even if Fiona struggles, she'll find Carol is oddly behaving as if no resistance is offered, simply marching Fiona out of there before she divulges any more secrets. Oh yeah, she forgot to mention her SHIELD connections.