8433/Saturday Night Blues

Saturday Night Blues
Date of Scene:	21 July 2019
Location:	Josie's Bar
Synopsis:	Karen and Kate enjoy a payday feast at Josie's.. and invite one of Karen's workmates to join them. A food time was had by all. No secrets were spilled (tm).
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Bishop), Karen Page, Typhoid Mary

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Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate Bishop. Young. Just paid. Saturday night off. And where is she? At Josie's. Why? Because she's not got a stakeout, nor a date. Not even a not-a-date with John. But hey, when life gives you lemons, there's always Josie's, right?

She orders herself a pitcher of beer, a basket of wings, and texts Karen:

Hawkeye >> Bored and single. Wings and beer at Josie's? I can even pay for my share. haha

Karen Page has posed:
KPage> God, that sounds amazing. On my way.

Karen leans back and stretches, grimacing when her back pops, then wraps up and saves off her work before shutting the computer down and quickly gathering up her things.

It takes her about ten minutes, but she shows up at Josie's as promised. "So, paycheck burning a hole in your pocket?" She dumps her bag on a chair at Kate's table then drops into another chair.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
There is a figure already seated at Josie's, one that is starting to become more of a regular. That's what happens when one joins Nelson & Murdock apparently. Certainly she didn't work a lot of hours there. And she had a strange tendency to need to leave at odd times. Yet, she was still employed.

The first time she had visited the bar, there had been a wall that fascinated her. Most nights, she had arrived with people she knew from work. Thus, the wall had remained there taunting her with it's beauty. This time? She had come on her own and was sitting in that original booth, her sketchbook in hand as she worked on catching the perfection of that wall. A charcoal pencil was in her hand as she tried to capture the image on paper.

She did notice Karen walking past. She gave a nod and a smile to the other woman before going back to sketching.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Apparently one becomes a regular here just by virture of knowing someone who works in the office. Or is office adjacent. Kate qualified under both of those headers, working for JJ as an apprentice, and being friends with Matt and Karen and well, the rest of the Defenders.

She's in the middle of texting Karen back when the woman walks in the door. Why, yes, it did take her that long to reply. She was eating wings and covered all over in honey garlic sauce.

"Mmmfff. Karen! Hey. Over here. First pitcher is on me. We can get more wings when these are gone. And yeah. Double week. Paycheque and my monthly installment. Last month of free rent though. Ugh. You?"

She's not familiar with Mary, only by virtue or not hanging out at the law office. Her dating Matt pre-dating his hiring of the new help. That coming after Elektra had 'returned from hiding' as the final reports had it.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen smiles and waves hello to Mary, but doesn't interrupt her intent artistic study of ... the wall there. She's seen artistic people get 'in the zone' like that before, so she doesn't want to disrupt that. But, once the sketching is set aside, she'll most likely invite her over.

"Oh, you know, work and more work," she replies to Kate, reaching over and snagging the last wing off of the brunette's plate. "So good. If you hadn't texted, I likely would have still been digging through case file data at midnight. It's a curse, I think." She pours from the pitcher into the empty glass that presumably Kate got for her, then adds, "I say sliders and onion rings next. I need my USRDA of deep fried evil."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Karen had it pegged. Mary had been waiting entirely too long to get this image so she was almost immediately drawn back into it. She already had photos of it but she just wanted to capture it in charcoal, even if she wasn't nearly as good with it as a when she was behind the camera.

She had a mostly full mug of beer in front of her, despite the fact she'd been there a while. Just a few more minutes ...

Finally she set down the pencil and looked over the image, back to the wall, back to the sheet. Giving a nod of satisfaction, she closed the pad and picked up her now lukewarm beer, making a face as she sipped it.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"You are speaking my language," Kate declares. "You know, I wouldn't want to see exactly what goes on in the kitchen here, but the food isn't all that bad."

She can't help but notice Karen waving to Mary.

"Friend of yours? She can join us if you want. Not like we're doing anything different from any of the other times we've hung out here. Unless you plan on texting the jungle gym, and whatever possessed you then anyway?"

Kate laughs, and pushes a glass and the pitcher over at Karen. "Like I should talk, right?"

Karen Page has posed:
"You are never going to let me live that down, are you?" Karen wrinkles her nose at Kate, then takes a modest swig of her beer. "And no, I am bot gonna text Steve. I have no idea why I did that other than booze. I already apologized to him, and I plan to leave it at that. You really aren't one to talk, what with Mr. London Ashtray and all."

She looks over at Mary again and sees that she's done with her sketching. "Yeah, a coworker. Matt hired her not too long ago, she seems cool enough." She then raises her voice to be heard. "Hey, Mary. Come sit with us."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Hearing her name, Mary's head swivelled around until she spotted where Karen was sitting. She tucked the sketchpad into her oversized purse then slung the purse on shoulder before rising to her feet. Once standing, the mug of beer was grabbed and she headed over to the table.

"Heya, sorry I didn't say hi. I was just get a little distracted when I'm sketching." She settled into a chair, giving a bright smile to both women. Then she focused on Kate. "Hi, I'm Mary." The smile faded slightly. "Although I guess you already know that since she called me by my name, huh?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"I'll let you live it done next day that doesn't end in a y," Kate smirks, shaking her head. "And London ashtray has a name and is good in bed. Not sure that shouldn't be on his business card along with that warlock and exorcist thing. I wish I had your self-restraint."

She shuffles over to make room for Mary should she wish to sit that side versus with Karen.

"Hey, I'm Kate. Otherwise known as she with bad taste in men. Don't worry, it's not contagious. And you work for Matt, huh? Small world."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen jokingly makes a face at Kate while pointing at her. "That is NOT a mental picture I need, so don't go there around me ever again, or I'll give you far more information than you EVER wanted to know about Matt, and none of it good."

She smiles at Mary as she joins them. "We're about to order food, you want anything? I'm thinking sliders and onion rings, but the nachos here are also pretty respectable."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Heart attack on a plate. Also known as chili cheese fries. And a fresh beer because seriously, this one is a bit too warm now. I should've finished it off faster," Mary adds in a half mutter with a haphazard shrug.

Her glance goes back to Kate as she considers. "Isn't that true of everyone though? Bad taste in men, that is. I mean, I know it fits for everyone I've ever known, including myself. A pleasure to meet you, of course, contagious or not."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Wait, you slept with Matt? Mr. I'll love her till my dying breath? What did you do, rent a costume?" Kate dishes out as good as she got, along with a small 'omg she didn't, did she?' playing in the back of her mind, because that certainly would be more information about Matt than she wanted or needed to know.

"Karen's right, the nachos aren't bad. Sometimes if things are slow they throw extra stuff on them." Mostly leftover ground beef or things that won't keep. "And no, trust me, my luck with men is horrible. Like, first I fall in love with a guy who thinks of me like his kid sister. Then, then I date a guy who dumps me for.. get this.. a dead woman. And now I'm not seeing someone who practically starts every conversation with a disclaimer on relationships - but to be fair I'm not really looking to have a relationship with him either. And that one is my boss's fault."

Kate gives a wry grin and a shrug.

"However, all of it is better than marrying some blonde Adonis from the country club and popping out Bishop babies like my father wants."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen scoffs and rolls her eyes at Kate. "Do you always go straight to sex in your brain, Kate? No. I have not slept with Matt. Not unless you count him falling asleep at his desk and me falling asleep at mine in the office." And now that Kate's gone there, she gets to WONDER what beans Karen was actually going to spill about her boss.

Too bad, how sad.

"You know what? Now I want nachos. I'm gonna get 'em anyway." It was just her payday as well, and she's not really been home enough to run the AC or anything, so her electric bill was smaller than usual.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
At the mention of sex, Mary blinked slightly in a surprised way. Especially when Matt was mentioned in the next sentence. A faint bit of color stained her cheeks as she quickly took a sip or her warm beer, just to try to hide that she was surprised.

Saved by the server! Josie herself came over to take their orders. As stated, Mary ordered chili cheese fries with a fresh beer. Then she waited for the others to make their orders while maintaining silence on the conversation at hand.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate looks all flustered, cheeks pinkening. "You.. oh nevermind. And for what it's worth I didn't sleep with him either. We kissed once and it was like wet cement. No fireworks. Nothing. Probably just as well given how things went." She shakes her head. "It was a lot easier, though. At least I could pretend I was doing what my father wanted, and what everyone else seems good at."

"Hey, if you get the large nachos, I'll pay for half." Which is perfect timing for the server, Kate ordering another pitcher because simple math said that they were going to need another between three of them, and she shouldn't get tipsy enough to be in danger of doing anything she'd regret tomorrow tonight. More wings are added on a whim.

"So you both work for Matt, huh? I guess that whole deal with his girlfriend worked out for everyone."

Karen Page has posed:
"Yeah, guess so. If you ask me, it's all worked out for the best. He pretends to be all stiff upper lip, but when Matt mopes, he MOPES. You are really damn lucky you never had to see it, Mary."

When Josie comes over to take their order, Karen adds the large nachos platter and a plate of sliders for her own part. She can wait on the onion rings for later. "Oh, hey, Mary, you're an artist, maybe you can help me figure out why this guy I saw the other day weirded me out so bad."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Feeling a little at a loss, Mary is trying to track the bits of information being dropped. Something about Matt's girlfriend. She'd met her. Seemed like a very nice woman. But what did that have to do with her working for Nelson & Murdock?

Learning her boss was a serious moper surprised her too. "Maybe I never will have to see it?" she says hopefully.

But then the segway to being an artist. Which she had no idea how it pertained to being weirded out. Simple solution. "I can try to offer some insight."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Matt mopes professionally. Like should be his side job." She explains for Mary, "His girlfriend was 'dead' for a time." Kate makes air quotes around that. Kate knew better than what hte official story was, but Mary likely didn't, so official story it was. "Only she didn't let anyone in on the secret. Something about some Asian gang upset with her or something so she died officially but was really alive somewhere and underground. Left him all her money. I dated him to keep the gold diggers off his back while he adjusted, and he kept my father almost happy."

Kate makes a face then shrugs. "My father doesn't agree with my life choices. He'd be much happier if I were settling down and providing him with grandchildren right now. So Matt and I dated, until he heard she might actually be alive and he dumped my sorry butt. But before then he moped. It was sad. Oh well, got to help a friend, I guess."

Karen gets a head tilt, "Someone creepering you?"

Karen Page has posed:
"Nah, nothing like that. I nearly got run over by a couple of joyriders a few days ago, and the driver of the freaky futuristic concept car was ... like, uncanny valley. Just something not right about him. The other guy was totally a normal garden variety douchebag but slinging around ASL. I know just enough of that to know when I'm getting cussed at, so I told him to piss off right back." She takes a swig of her beer a bit smugly. "Don't think he was expecting that."

"But, yeah, Joyrider number one, he looked like all of fourteen years old, but in a creepy uncanny valley way."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
The information about Elektra was a bit of a surprise. How had she missed that tidbit? That was one of those juicy ones too! "I had no idea she'd faked her death. Huh. I thought that just happened in the movies."

Then she looks to Karen, giving her full attention as she tilts her head. She furrows her brow, obviously a bit confused. "Not sure what you mean by valley way. I mean creepy fourteen year old driving is weird enough. How does that tie in with art though? Were they doing something artsy fartsy?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate nods slowly, "It was big for a couple days when it came out that she wasn't dead. Forget what else was going on, but you know the news. They're more interested in who is sleeping with who.. actually, it might have been that fungus thing. It's not like she gives press conferences."

For a woman with a reputation as a spoiled rich girl, Elektra Natchios really didn't have an extensive public profile. Kate should know. Her father's business was built upon those sorts of profiles.

"Like.. 'like oh m'god' valley way?" Yes, Kate does an amazing valley girl. She's the consumate liar. Face for every occassion but her own life. Was it any wonder her own life was such a mess?

Karen Page has posed:
Karen sighs melodramatically. "No, not like an 'like, ohmigod' valley way, /uncanny valley/. Look up tvtropes, it's a trope there." She digs her phone out of her bag and does just that, then sets her phone on the table for the other two women to read. ( https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/UncannyValley )

"It's where aliens and zombies and robots and dolls are just not quite close enough to human like that they look WRONG. And that wrongness is creepy as hell."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Mary leans over to read the information, skimming through it but picking up the idea. "Oh wow. I would've liked to have seen them. I see why you wanted to ask me about it. It would likely trigger some sort of reaction in me. Wonder if I'd want to photograph or draw him?" she says mostly to herself. Then she looks at Karen. "So this guy was just not quite right enough to be human. Do you think he was something else? Alien or whatever?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate just nods absently. She gets the concept, she's just not familiar with the source. "So.. like something's not right in the state of Denmark kiunda valley way. Gotcha. But like what? Too perfect? Too.." Well, okay, too perfect likely covered it if you were going to consider such things. If it were a shoddy job, Karen would not be pulling punches about saying so. In fact, Kate had no doubt Karen would have led with that. "And just how do you think he's an alien?"

Her question is slightly abrupt to Mary, but not in a maen way, more an 'how did we get to aliens' kind of way. Even if her mind is picturing that curly haired meme guy from like ten years ago who had 'It's always Aliens' written above his head.

"Don't we have people who look out for that kind of stuff?" Yep. Stuff. Not shit. "Like isn't that what the whole fuss with the space station and the UN council was after the assassination attempt and the whole Darkseid affair?"

Karen Page has posed:
Karen considers for a moment. "No, not really alien, I don't think. I mean, he talked like a native even if he did use some weird slang terms. It was more like ... Remember that CGI movie that came out like twenty years ago? Final Fantasy something? The people in that, he was like that. Like, totally human, but just a little too ... I dunno, perfect."

She picks up her phone, taps at it quickly for a few moments, then sets it back down for the other two to see. ( https://tinyurl.com/y5rcsvxz ) "Kinda like that."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
At Kate's question, Mary had to shrug. "Cause I am more comfortable with the idea aliens than zombies, both of which were used as examples in that wiki? At least there are good aliens like Superman and stuff. I don't think there are good zombies. Maybe one or two movies where the zombie wasn't the bad guy."

She tilts her head to look at the new image, making a face. "Okay, yeah, that would be creepy to meet in real life. What were they doing? You mentioned joyriding?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"I hear you on that," Kate says of more comfortable with aliens than zombies. "I used to be able to say I didn't believe in magic, too, but I think I have to admit it exists." John had proven that rather emphatically. He also dabbled in the zombies and demons side of that realm, too - not that it made Kate more comfortable with the whole idea.

But Karen's phone photo gets the idea across. "Oh, I see what you mean. Like an overlay. Definitely a disguise, but more a case of what is it disguising and why. I've heard rumours about those things. I guess if I were someone who didn't want to be known to be who I was I might go for that. But if it's, well, that's kind of obvious it's not *quite* right.. like it's running old software or something."

She's definitely interested now. "Say, can you send that to my email? I'll see if I can find anything out about the source material for that.. oh, wait, you needed Mary to draw a picture first.." That was okay. Kate could still start with what sort of emitters there were and pinpoint a possible code generation for the thing, and worry about locating instances of the disguise in factial recognition databases after that. She wasn't a PI for nothing, after all.

Karen Page has posed:
"Yeah," Karen says to Kate, and points to the image on her phone. "This is a picture from the movie I was talking about. I didn't get a photo of the creepy kid." She looks to Mary again. "That's why I'm hoping if I can describe him, maybe you can draw him for me. Maybe we can track him down, or at least where his disguise came from."

She reclaims her phone and sits back when the food arrives. "I might also see if you can draw the freaky concept car he'd been joyriding in. 'Cause that was definitely distinctive."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Never really tried to do the police sketch artist thing but I'd be willing to try," Mary offers as she sits back a bit, making sure her arms were out of the way for the giant heart attack on a plate to be placed in front of her. She immediately pulled out a fry, smothered in chili and cheese. The cheese stretched a little then broke, leaving a dangling bit she quickly caught with the tip of her finger and wrapped around the fry. Then she took the bite, letting her eyes roll back in her head to show how good it was. "After food," she murmured around the bite.

She wiggled her chili dabbed finger. "Doesn't go well with sketching. But after we get something in our stomachs, I'll give it a go."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"It doesn't have to be perfect," Kate assures. "I can get the facial recognition software to accept a decent approximation. There are a few points that have to be present to make it work, but that shouldn't be a problem if you're halfway decent." She explains the few key places. "More is better, but that's enough to start with."

Reminding Karen, "You did remember my day job, didn't you?" Grinning as she asks, even if her 'day job' was a lot of evening stakeouts outside Motel 6's watching couples cheat on each other with each other. Kate was quite certain this was her boss's way of convincing her to give up said day job and go into business or something more sensible, but Kate was stubborn.

And thankfully the nachoes, sliders, wings and beer arrive, because darn those fries looked amazing, and Kate's stomach was rumbling.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen promptly claims a slider with one hand, and a nacho with the other. Because. "Oh, yeah, it can totally wait. Food first. Don't think I've eaten since, like, eleven this morning." She pops the nacho into her mouth first. "Those fries really are amazing, but yeah, they're a little too much for me. I'll stick with the nachos."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"You all are welcome to some of the fries. I'll never finish them all," Mary offers, pushing the plate a little forward so it will be easier to reach by the others at the table. She does pick up her now refreshed and frosty mug, sipping the beer and sighing happily after.

From that point on, conversation is mostly lost on her as she concentrates on stuffing her face.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Love the fries, but they don't love me so much." Not that it stops her from stealing one. Okay, two. "There's something about the cheese and fry grease that kills me." That, and the amount of beer she usually ends up drinking while eating the things. All in all, likely best avoided. But darn they're good.

She does take a moment to help Mary follow the conversation some. "I'm a Private Investigator. Mind you, my boss is trying to teach me a lesson in how bad a career choice it is. I still know how to hunt up information on folks, though. So if you can halfway decently draw, I can see if they're using an actual person's face. And if it's a really crappy emitter, I might be able to get us some information on the person it's trying to hide to boot."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen points a nacho at Kate. "And her job is why we sit here and share junk food and beer and I let her bemoan her terrible taste in guys. If either of us talked about work, the other would have to cover their ears and not listen. And that's just no fun." She crunches the nacho then finishes the slider in her hand. "Besides, It's more fun to mock her."

Hefting her still mostly full beer glass, Karen gestures to Mary. "So, your turn to dish. How your love life? Or, maybe to better fit with Kate, your sex life?"

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Oh, I don't have that. Both. I mean either," Mary answers a little too quickly. She takes a deep breath, that light pink color in her cheeks once more. "I don't have a love life or a sex life. I am too busy trying to get myself fixed up and on the right track."

That seemed the safest way to put things. After all, she had enough personalities in her household to not try to add a man to it. Besides, what if one of the others came out when he was around? Typhoid would seduce him and ruin the relationship with Mary. Walker would send him packing. And Bloody...well the name said it all. He wouldn't live through the encounter, most likely. None of those were things she could share with her table companions.

"Once I get things figured out, then I'll worry about looking for the wrong man again."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate snags a chicken wing - a flapper - and points it Karen's direction, telling Mary, "We bemoan my lousy taste in men because she doesn't have a boyfriend either, and I'm not the one who texted a certain America's bum that she wanted to climb him like a jungle gym."

Bum, not ass, but the sentiment remains the same.

"Besides, I still don't have a boyfriend. I have a complication. We have this new thing we do. I text him while I'm on stakeouts. Neither of us ends up in bed and it's a lot less complicated. Latest argument we had was whether or not The Princess Bride was a romantic comedy. I say it is. He says it isn't."

Kate laughs at Mary. "You're in the right company for chosing the wrong man. We should form a club."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen points right back at Kate with another nacho, this one slightly soggy and starting to droop. "I only texted Steve that 'cause I'd ALREADY jumped on his back like some kind of hyper seven year old, and he didn't hold it against me. I figured he'd take it as a joke, and thank god he did. Besides, it made Mr. Nobody Barnes laugh." Yes, she's referring to Captain American as Steve. She calls Bucky Effing Barnes Mr. Nobody, so is the other really much worse?

"But yeah, totally join our club of beer-swilling, trash-talking, lonely biddies."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Captain America? THE Captain America?!" Mary's voice gets a bit more strident with that question and she is staring wide eyed at Karen like she might be able to walk on water. "You know him and have his phone number? That's like the greatest thing I've ever heard."

Realizing her hero worship is getting a bit out of hand, she forces herself back into reality. Another fry is popped into her mouth and chewed then swallowed before she picks up her mug of beer.

"Maybe the club would be helpful. Except I won't have any stories to tell about them, unlike you two."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Oh, you don't know, do you? Wait, how can you not know you were.. werne't you at.." Kate tries to recall what it was Karen did or didn't know, and comes up with yeah, she probably didn't know /that/ about James Barnes. And given Mary, it really wasn't in Kate's place to change that. "And Barnes is cute in that please let my wrinkle my bedsheets with you kind of way. I like him better than Steve. Of course he's right up there in 'Really, Kate?' with my choices in men. John thinks it's because I have low self-esteem and really don't want a man. Because that's what every girl wants to hear from the guy she calls up when she's drunk and her friends don't stop her from being stupid."

Oh yeah, it really should be a club.

When Mary connects the dots, Kate smirks. "We don't have his number. She actually texted that to Matt. He came to my birthday party though. Coolest thing ever. Like my birthday party. Captain America."

Made much funnier when you know all the other 'names' that were there, including herself.

John might have a point about that self-esteem thing.

"And Karen gets drunk and starts calling everyone names like Aragorn and Legolas, and made a pass at him. Best birthday ever."

Karen Page has posed:
"I don't know what?" Karen asks of Kate and looks at her in that almost piercing, 'you have information you're not sharing' kind of way. But then Kate says say got drunk. "I did NOT make a pass at Steve!" Karen cries out indignantly. "I was talking with James, and probably got a little too far into his personal space, and Steve stepped in. So I hopped onto his back like a seven year old hopped up on pixie stix."

Note, Karen didn't at any point here deny she was drunk. "There was absolutely zero sexual agenda or even thought in the action."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Mary goes back to being very quiet but she is looking from one woman to the other as they go back and forth with information. Captain America at her birthday party. That would be like a dream come true. Or a nightmare. She'd probably faint. Which would give one of the other personas a chance to take over and them it would be dinner and a show for everyone involved!

She sipped her beer and shook her head a bit. "Maybe I'm out of my league being in your club. I know a few actors and actresses from my days on a soap opera. Short lived days. But nothing like knowing The Captain America."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Actually, I think they wandered in by accident and stayed." Okay, it wasn't quite by accident. After all, she'd met them prior to her birthday party, but that was a whole other discussion that would reveal things about people that wasn't her place to reveal. "I think they come here sometimes. I know Barnes does because we've met him here a few times since. And since he and Steve are friends..."

Kate lets that one tidy itself up.

"You're not out of your league, but because it's an open secret, I'm Hawkeye."

Karen might note the lack of 'the other, better' in her annoucement.

Kate laughing at Karen. "Sure. And if he'd been interested, you'd have turned him down? I think not. You might not have meant anything by it, but let's not pretend."

Karen Page has posed:
"Hey, if you want, Mary, next time I catch James in here I'll text you. Or maybe Cas and his new long lost best pal Pi-- uh, Hayal. They're ... interesting people, but really nice. And really, they're just regular people like us. Oh, and like Hawkeye over here."

Karen hooks a thumb toward Kate, then sticks her tongue out at her. Because hero name? Pfft. Hero name Shmear-o name. Whatever.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"I don't think that'll be necessary. I'm sure I'll see him eventually. Eye candy is always nice," Mary says with a giggle. She picks up another fry, swirling it a bit in the chili to get it well coated before continuing to speak while holding the potato in hand.

"I can't think of Captain America as regular people." Then she looks curiously at Kate. "Hawkeye? From the Avengers? I thought that was a guy?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Those are the guys who claim they're angels, right? Like seriously, how do you meet these people?"

Kate has to consider Mary's words. "I think I used to think that about them. I mean, I guess I still do, but I met this one superhero and he thought he was all that and a bag of chips and it really kind of made me see that not all superheroes are created equal."

She absently grabs up some nachos, sending a tumble of jalepenos to the table. "Captain America is kind of impressive, though. Only out of his suit, sitting across the table from you, drinking a beer, you'd never know. I don't know. Maybe they get tired of the fangirling."

"And that's the other Hawkeye. More famous one. We have.. had? We had this rivalry thing going on. He'd say he was better than me, and I'd say prove it. He taught me everything I know. Nice guy. Has a girlfriend. He'd be bad choice in men number one."

Kate sighs.

Karen Page has posed:
Karen just shakes her head at Kate, then claims those spilled jalepenos to add to a slider. "Yeah, those guys," she says to Karen's comment about the men who 'claim they're angels'. She KNOWS they are, but it takes proof to get to that point, and she's not going to argue with Kate about it.

"Who was Mr. Bag of Chips? I don't remember you telling me about him at all." She then adds to the brunette's statement about Captain America, "They have to get tired of it. I mean, can you imagine how annoying it must get to walk into some place and have people either shove things at you asking for signatures, or have people freak out in other ways just because of who you are?" She shrugs. "I'm not saying I'm like best buds with any of these guys, but maybe it'd be kind of a relief to them to have people just act normal?"

Karen then tries to remember if she's met the other Hawkeye. Maybe at that party she drove Matt to with her foster-sister?

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Definitely I should never meet them then if fangirlign is annoying," Mary says. "Cause I would fangirl. Hard. If I didn't faint. We'll stick with the lonely hearts club instead. Or bad taste in men. Or whatever we are calling it."

She jumps slightly in her seat then reaches into her pocket, pulling out a telephone. Sliding her finger over the screen in a pattern, she unlocked it then read it. In an instant, something changed. Her posture became more stiff as she quickly closed the phone and tucked it away again. She glanced around the bar even as she reached up a hand to catch her hair. A moment later, she let the hair go to fall around her shoulders as she went a little pale. "I'll have to do the picture for you later. Get with me at work and I'll draw it for you," she said as she almost jumped to her feet. A twenty was thrown on the table for her meal, though it was way more than needed. Josie was getting a good tip. "It's been a pleasure but I have to go."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Mr. Chips? Oh, some west coast archer thinks he's all that, asked Dar--" She catches herself. "Anyway, we were organizing an attack back when the Hand was being all in everyone's face, and Mr. Chips asks if he needs him to talk help me with my gear. Like I belonged to him or something. Bet I'm better than him, too. Stupid colour anyway. Who wears green."

She collects herself, and her still being angry about that, to grin at Mary, "I hang out with a couple of people. But yeah, the'd understand the fangirling. Hawkeye used to actually like signing those autographs. I can ask him? Anyway, nice meeting you. We'll talk about the drawing when you've finished doing it."

Karen Page has posed:
Karen wrinkles her nose at Kate description of the rude archer. "Life's too short to be a douchecanoe. Sheesh."

She then looks at Mary worriedly when she hops up at the message on her phone. "Is there anything we can help with?" Probably not, but it'd feel wrong if she didn't at least ask.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"No, nothing that can be helped with I'm afraid." How would Mary even begin to explain that the information on the phone was for Walker, who almost made an appearance there. She had to get out of there before the other persona took over.

"Seeya later. Nice meeting you." And with that, she was heading for the door at a rapid pace. A moment later, she was lost out of sight as she exited.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate waits until Mary is gone before continuing the conversation, first pulling out her share of the bill and placing it with the 20. "Oh, he was so rude. I never wanted to fire an arrow into someone so bad in my entire life. And I don't do that." Well, Kate did, kind of. She didn't kill people. And she knew enough trick shots to disarm and disable over the alternatives. "Talked right over me, like Daredevil owned me. Still makes me so angry."

However, deep breaths and all that. "I didn't mean to be so cryptic. Sometimes it's hard to keep track of who knows what secrets, you know? Like Captain America." Who wasn't a secret.

Karen Page has posed:
"No, I totally get it. That guy was a jolly green bag of dicks." Bucky isn't here, she can cuss if she wants. "And I'd rather you be overly cryptic than spill the beans like that one actor in all of those heroic team movies. He seems like a genuinely sweet guy, but damn the way he drops spoilers is gonna get him in trouble with the film company." She shakes her head, then digs in her purse to contribute her share to the junk food smorgasbord still on the table.