8066/Wings and Things

Wings and Things
Date of Scene:	26 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	When Danny met Darcy or In which Matchbox 20 scores you flirting points. Or this is why Coulson should never have stolen Darcy's iPOD.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Fist, Darcy Lewis

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Iron Fist has posed:
It isn't a particularly busy evening at Josie's. There are a few patrons here and there...and one in particular sitting at the bar. Dressed in the standard bachelor ensemble of printed t-shirt (Legend of Zelda), jeans and sandals, the male figure at the bar would give off the impression of a slacker, to most people. However, despite the clothing, it is rather hard to hide the tossled blonde locks of hair. And...it is that and the facial features that betray him as being Danny Rand, rich kid and socialite.

Not that he really cares for that. He flashes a smile to the bartender, asking for a soda to drink for now. Judging from the duffle bag at his feet, he is either headed to a gym or just arrived from one. Either way, he seems right at home. No odd looks his way.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
In walks Darcy. Fresh from derby practice, the girl is almost the exact opposite of Danny. Where he is in a nerdy shirt and jeans and sandles, she's in a sliced up and retied to look like a corset vest 1980s hair band tshirt which has seen so much washing that the printing on the front can no longer be seen. A pleated mini skirt over tight athletic short shrots into torn up fishnets and flip flops. Loose brown curls have accents of bright hot pink that match her eyes. She moves up to the bar, dropping her athletic bag at the foot of the stool next to Danny.

"Hey, handsome. Gimme a Bud and some wings?" she orders, leaning on the bar while sitting on her stool. Her arms are folded under her breasts and she rocks herself slightly, feet resting on her bag. She slides her gaze over to Danny, bright red lips smiling. She inclines her chin in a wordless 'How you doin'?' sort of way before reaching over across him for some of the bar nuts in the bowl in front of him.

"What's a hot nerd like you doing in a shit hole like this?" she asks, popping a few salted legumes into her mouth.

Iron Fist has posed:
There might be just a minor blink of surprise as Danny realizes just who exactly Darcy is talking to. Followed by an involuntary flush of red cheeks that, fortunately, only lasts a short while. "Well, honestly, I was just next door at Fogwell's and I usually drop in afterwards." A perfectly innocent answer for the question. "And it's one place I can get away with dressing down without so much as a bat of an eye." The glass of soda is lifted for a drink...soon to be finished, only for Danny to ask for a beer himself.

It is then that he turns to regard Darcy, resplendid in her derby attire. "So...I might ask the same, but I think I could take a guess." There is a soft chuckle. "Love the ensemble, by the way."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh, thanks. Picture day," Darcy says, grinning and grabbing her beer when it arrivees.

"Dress down, huh? You work for Medieval Times or something? Lemme guess... You're.... Percival," she quips, her smirk mischievous as she half turns to face Danny, one brow quirked.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Percival? Really?" There is a true laugh at that. "I look the part, hmm?" He shakes his head lightly, that amused smile remaining upon Danny's features. "Oh, no. Nothing like that." There is a shrug as he nods out the door...and in the vicinity of Manhattan. "I work at Rand Enterprises." Then...as he takes the beer placed in front of him, he gives a grin. "And...I'm not a Percy. I'm Danny."

There is no mention of a last name. Although, Danny does offer a question. "So, is it my turn to guess your name, now?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Little bit," Darcy says, bringing up a hand and pinching thumb and forefinger together. Her nails are lacquored each a different hue in the rainbow. Red, Orange and Yellow together, Green and Blue together, Purple, and then pink. Her hand levels out for a handshake.

"Sure. Go for it, Danny-O," she grins, turning her body a bit turn him, giving him her full attention minus what it takes to take a swig of beer and completely miss any connection between face, 'Rand', and 'Danny'.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny's hand reaches over to greet Darcy's with a handshake. His hand looks a bit rough, like he's seen some hard work before, but the touch is gentle...controlled. "Well, suppose it is better than a Spike or a Mutt or something. I can handle Percy."

Then it comes time for his guess. There is a play at thinking, as the hand that did the handshake pulls back, finger tapping on his chin. "Hmm. Either a Constance...or an Abigail. Though I could call you Wisp."

That's right. He just dropped a Rainbow Brite reference.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy grins as Danny accepts the name of Percival, drinking more of her beer. She makes a face at Constance before waggling her head side to side at Abigail. It's the final name that has her giggling.

"Rainbow Brite... I like it. I like it. Wisp.. It's got a nice ring to it," Darcy's saying, nodding almost full body. Her smile is wide and bright, pink eyes dancing with mirth as the wings are set down in front of her. She slides them half way between herself and her bar mate. Because this is what you do.

"Darcy Lewis, SHIELD," she fesses up before grinning again. "Though, I am totes putting in a codename request of Wisp now. For reasons."

Iron Fist has posed:
The mention of SHIELD actually draws a moment of silence from Danny. His head tilts, as he considers a thought...or, in this case, a memory. "SHIELD. I...I met another one before. Two, actually. I believe they were Agents Barnes and May?" There is a little bit of uncertainly with that, but not much. "It was a rather brief meeting." Of course, if Danny is dropping the names Barnes and May, that means that the meeting was probably anything but boring, though he doesn't seem to offer any more details.

However, Danny does offer another tidbit. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Darcy Lewis. And...since we are now offering last names, then let me offer mine." There might be the widening of the grin, ever so slightly, as he shares. "It's Rand."

Danny leaves it to Darcy to put the pieces together, as he takes that opportunity to pull a long draw from his own bottle of beer.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh! Barnes is a sweetheart and May's my SO!" Darcy chirps happily. Of course, to the military world, the first part of that makes no sense and the second part makes it sound like Darcy's a high end field agent super spy since Agent May is Acting Director of SHIELD. In the normal world, however, Darcy just said she has questionable taste in men while dating Agent May.

Confused yet?

Given the last name Rand, Darcy smiles, taking a wing and offering the basket out again.

"Ooh. Like the company you work for. Swanky," she comments. Either she's dense, doesn't care, or really good at playing this sort of thing off. It's a Choose Your Own Adventure. Enjoy the ride!

Iron Fist has posed:
Fortunately for Danny, he is at least a little up on things. And he goes with the military end of things. Though, he has little idea how high May ranks, so he just goes for the basic level. However, Darcy does receive a bit of a look at the mention of Barnes as a sweetheart. Sorta like a 'yeah, right' kind of look. "If you say so. He really didn't do much talking when I was around." Which is perfectly true.

The comment about the swankiness of working for a company with the same name as him does earn a light-hearted chuckle. "Oh yes. Definitely swanky." It really might not be, but it is a fun word to say. And really, Danny doesn't care too much for titles. At least, titles that have nothing to do with his extracurricular activities. "It does get a little tedious, at times. It is like people think you own the company or something."

Of course, he does. But, with the tone used, it wouldn't seem that way.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Of course not. Teddy bears rarely chit chat," Darcy states as if this was a matter of fact. She makes quick work of the first wing, sucking hot sauce from her finger tips before taking another swig.

"Oh, yeesh. Yeah. That's gotta suck, but then you could also play the other card? Like, 'i think we're out of this man, get me some. boy don't make me wanna change my...tone'."

Okay, so Darcy ends up sing-songing at the end of that. Her head bobbing in time to music she can hear in her head.

Iron Fist has posed:
Well, one cannot argue with the logic of teddy bears. Danny leaves that one alone, as there really isn't any defense for that. However, the lyric drop, because it is obviously a lyric drop, earns a sly little grin. "I wish the real word would just stop hassling me." Spoken manner-of-factly, but tongue definitely in cheek. He caught the beats that Darcy was laying down.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I love you," Darcy admits on a giggle, holding her beer up for a clink. When she's received her clink,she tosses back the last of her beer, leans a bit to burp in an oh so not at all lady like manner, and then plops her bottle on the bar top.

"Uno mawsh!!" she declares, earnign a roll of eyes from the bartender even as she's given a fresh long neck.

Iron Fist has posed:
The adoration admission gains a grin from Danny. "seems I should quote Matchbox 20 more often, then." He tips a wink to Darcy, even as he joins her for that impromptu toast before he drinks the rest of his bottle, placing his besides Darcy's newly empty bottle. Just...without the accompanying gastric display of appreciation.

Danny, however, also doesn't request a new bottle. Instead, he glances at the clock, then shifts to snag up his duffle. "I should probably be heading out to practice. It has been a pleasure, Darcy Lewis. Perhaps something we can do again sometime." With a tip of a wink, he hoists the bag to his shoulder. "you enjoy yourself, now."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Totes. I'll look you up," she says to him, returning his wink with one of her own and saluting him with her beer bottle. Darcy, Social Media Queen, has just announced her intention to internet stalk Danny Rand. Be afraid.

She smiles at him, finger waving him over a shoulder as he leaves, before turning back to her wings and enjoying.