8828/Drinks on me!

Drinks on me!
Date of Scene:	16 August 2019
Location:	Josie's Bar, Clinton
Synopsis:	In which Darcy hooks up with Danny and Skye Or NINJA NANNY MAY STRIKES AGAIN!
Cast of Characters:	Iron Fist, Darcy Lewis, Quake, Melinda May

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Iron Fist has posed:
Office hours are over and it is time for a bit of relaxation. Which would explain why there is a well-dressed individual sitting at the bar. With a finely tailored suit and tie...and sandals? The unusual combination betrays the fact that it's Danny Rand sitting at the bar, though, the fact that the locals do not bat an eye also is a good sign.

And...the fact that he is only drinking soft drinks is a sign that Danny just got there. The soda sits to one side....and the fryer is in use. With onion rings on the way. Because it is always time for onion rings.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
And wings! Darcy needed those and beer, the way some men needed air. Leaving her own work place, Darcy made her way to one of her fave places, pushing in and heading for the bar without really looking at who was around.

"Wings. Beer. Tab," she tells the bar tender, sliding over her card for him to use before she looks around and-

"Hey! Percival! How's it shaking, Handsome!?" she blurts out, stepping over to toss arms about him in a hug. She too was still in 'uniform'. Clingy yoga-slacks into which a slim fitted white tank was paired. Her black blazer rides up as she moves for an embrace, her ID tag still on her lapel.

Iron Fist has posed:
The sudden hug doesn't seem to be a complete surprise to Danny, though he does seem to provide a bit of a start. A lopsided grin plays across the figure's lips as he speaks. "Heya, Wisp. Nice to see you." He turns to regard Darcy, laughing gently. "Not sure what is shaking, to be honest, but I'm doing alright." He reaches over, pulling over the soda to take a drink. "Just got here myself. So...must be my lucky day."

With a chuckle, Danny places the glass down. "Granted...That means that I got some catching up to do, then. Sounds like you are starting the evening off right, though." The order of rings does happen to arrive at that point...to which Danny slides it over to be between Darcy and himself. A silent offering.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Totally your lucky day," Darcy quips happily, settling into a stool at Danny's side to accept the offering. He liked it and gave her a ring? No, that's not how that goes.

"I always start the evening right. Don't always end it that way when I'm alone, but.. always starts off that way. Whacha been up to, Gorgeous, and why have you NOT invited me?" she quips, grabbing the ketchup and making a small mountain to dip the rings into, giving the barkeep a nod of thanks for the beer he plops down in front of her.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Well...it would help if I actually remembered what your number is, Darcy." Danny shifts to use the proper name, at least for now. "That's one thing. And...as far as what I have been up to?" There is a pause as he reaches for a ring. "Well...it is all rather boring. Business deals and the like. I do manage to get some exercise in." The extracurricular, vigilante kind, no doubt.

"Of course, if you are into endless meetings, I could see about inviting you to the next one." The tone seems serious enough, but that wink and smirk state otherwise.

Quake has posed:
"God this place is a dump," Skye mutters walking in the door. Darcy's text had reached her earlier, and this was the first she could get away. And she figured she might be able to kill two birds with one stone and check in on Matt while she was in the neighbourhood.

She's pretty sure it's the right place. Text said Josie's. Skye had been in the neighbourhood before. Just not usually here.

Mind you, it only takes a moment to identify Darcy's voice out of the small crowd, and focus her attention in that direction, Skye heading towards her friend, grinning. "Nobody I know would invite me to a dive like this and not buy me a drink. Or introduce me to the guy."

Skye has no clue how Darcy does it; she always seems to be meeting new and strange people. Or was that strange and new people?

"Mind if I sit?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"It would help if you actually asked for my number, Daniel," Darcy retorts, half leaning in, lips smirking. Settling back to her seat, she dunks her ring and shoves it into her mouth, folding it to get it to fit. One cheek chipmunks as she chew-chews. Ketchup hangs at the corner of her mouth. She licks at it, missing most of it.

"Oh... I am the most fun at endless meetings, for realz," she quips around the mouthful, some how manages to make that both coherent and not see-food.

"That's cause I'm the only person you know with ass, class, and taste. Sit al-fucking-ready, and paws off. This one's mine. Unless we're sharing. I'm cool with sharing." Darcy had slipped off her stool to hug Skye and shuffle her onto a stool were Darcy's between the two. Because it's not nice to not sit next to the people that you know but whom don't know each other.

"You cool with sharing? Of course you are," she tells Danny, padding his arms before looking at the bartender.

"Tonight's on me. Their money's shit." Darcy 'commands'. Because tonight, she can. And so, she does. Leaning back, introductions are made.

"Shitcode, this is Percival. Perce, this is Shitcode." And then she leans into Danny. "She's snagged herself a piece of Avenger ass," is stage whispered... loudly... as in it's a stage whisper like Thor would stage whisper. Meaning that it's not really a whisper at all, but at least it's not a yell?

Iron Fist has posed:
A visible cringing at the use of the proper name. Oh no, someone's in trouble. Not really, but it is cute to see Danny flinch. It doesn't happen often. "Well...yeah. I guess it would be good to ask. And really, Wisp, I might just take you up on that. Endless meetings would be so much more fun with the leader of the Color Kids in there with me."

Then, an unfamiliar face walks up to the pair. Okay, she knows Darcy...and it is rather apparent Darcy knows her, considering the playful innuendo being bantered around. Although, as Danny hears the crack about sharing, he starts to show some color of his own.

Namely....red. Poor innocent Danny.

The question on sharing is answered, but distractedly..."Huh? Sharing? Sure...." After all, he is sharing his onion rings, but really, that can't be it.

And then there's the intros. A mild reaction to the nickname given, but nothing compared to the reaction from the sharing comment. As a way to put a proper name to a face, Danny gives a wave and offers a more information greeting. "Hiya. I'm Danny." No offer of the last name, but chances are that he doesn't need to provide it.

Quake has posed:
"Paws off?" Skye quirks a brow and grins at Darcy. "Yours, huh? Watch or we'll get you a label maker for Christmas." Darcy's hug is returned, Skye whispering, "He looks pretty quiet to be your type," to Darcy before taking a seat dutifully on the other side of Darcy to Danny.

"Heh. Is Percival the one who gets the spankings? Wait, that's Gawain, isn't it? Shame. I could have made more jokes if that weren't the case. That is the Percival we're talking, right? Knights of the Round Table? Clumpy coconut horses?"

Yeah, Skye is mangling her lore here, but it's all good.

"And wait, what's this piece of Avenger ass I snagged?" It takes her a moment. That, or she's totally playing stupid. Then Danny's offer to share hits her and she laughs. "Oh, god. Okay, not really my scene, sharing. And beside, my guy might have words. But definitely worth the laugh."

She shakes her head at Darcy, then tells Danny, "Name's Skye by the way. Shitcode it.. a thing." Like him, she doesn't offer a last name, though she's got a lot less reasons than him to keep hers quiet, unless he remembers her from the news of a year or so ago.

She waves back, displaying her armgaurds in the process.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Cracking shells is a speciality, Boo," Darcy whispers back into the curve of Skye's earlobe as the girls enbrace. As Skye asks which of the Knights Percival is, Darcy brings her fingertips to her collar bone.

"Ah! As if!! Percival the Pure. Gawain was a total bottom and I'd have broken him in like a minute flat," she states before she laughs as Skye has to think about which ass she's gotten.

"Aww.. Hawk not into boys too? God, you two are so arrow-straight. I will figure out what it'll take to get you at least half way curious, mark my words," she tells Skye grinning and offering her the basket of rings (because Danny shares). The wings arrive shortly thereafter, and Darcy says fuck it and adds pizza and a pitcher to the offerings.

"Ooh, fuck yes. Totally invite me to your meetings! I can make them all kinds of interesting. Just tell me how many stuffy business people noses you want bleeeding, and I've got a bustier for that."

Iron Fist has posed:
"Wait....are we talking movies now? Spankings and round tables? I....I think you're thinking of Galahad." Yes...there is someone that had seen *that* particular movie. "Because, honestly, I didn't really sign up for any spankings. I don't think Josie would appreciate that sort of show."

The declaration that his money is no good tonight does cause a laugh to escape. "You sure you don't want any help with the tab." Because that's usually Danny's play. But then, he falls silent, listening to the two women banter together. It just amusing to listen to, which is why he has that goofy grin of his on his face.

"I would, but I think you would give all those stuffy business people a heart attack. That wouldn't be good for business."

Quake has posed:
Skye snaps her fingers. "I knew it was a G-name. But why does she call you Percival? And you called her Wisp, right? Or is this one of those things I'm going to regret."

It was likely a thing Skye was going to regret, but onion rings? Those a person never regretted, unless you were talking regret for not snagging a few - which she does.

The fight over the tab has Skye holding both hands up palsm out, onoin ring worn like a ring, "Do not think this is going to be a three-way fight. I have rent due. And two cats. Trust me, I'm all about the someone else picking up the tab."

She, of course, knows Darcy had come into a considerable sum of money. She doesn't know that Danny is just plain old filthy rich. Either way, if they're paying, she's not arguing.

"Good call on not inviting Darce to your meetings. She's great at what she does, but if you're talking business meetings, she's generally the shut the fuck up and where's the donut holes kinda girl."

Behind the bar, Josie quirks a brow at Danny, then just shakes her head. It's up for debate if that's a 'don't make me kick you out' shake of the head, or a 'you have no clue what I'd like' kinda shake. Either way, she finds a way to be busy at the other end of the bar for a few.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh, it's completely amazing and I want to hear how he embellishes the story of my name," Darcy crows, boucing in her seat and clapping her hands. She shrugs out of the blazer, tying the arms about her waist and managing to stay quiet enough for Danny to tell the story of why he calls her Wisp. The why of Percival, however:

"V-Card, Skye. V-Card. Percival's the pure one." She leans over and again Thor-whispers: "Which means he's likely totally amazing in the sack, so don't ruin it for me!"

As for the tab, Darcy levels a look at Danny, eyes tense, lips almsot pouting.

"I will flash you." Is that a threat? A promise? A bribe?

Iron Fist has posed:
There are only a few times in which Danny appears to be at a loss. Only rarely does he not know what to do, at least at some level or another. This....is one of those time. Though, whether or not it is the stage whisper about supposedly bedroom prowess or the declaration of flashing as the culprit would be a hotly contested debate. Danny's mouth hangs open, as he struggles to say something...anything...before it gets too awkward.

Which is already too late. It's awkward.

Instead, Danny decides that discretion is the better part of valor and turns to Skye for story time. "When I first met Darcy, she was coming back from derby doings. Had her hair all done in rainbow colors. She dropped the Percy name on me, so it was only right for me to come up with something in return. So....Wisp came out. As in old cartoon. with the talking horse? Rainbow Brite."

And now, that just reveals more of Danny. either he is really as pure as Darcy thinks, or he just likes watching old cartoons.

Quake has posed:
Skye chokes at Darcy's words, and gives Danny an apologetic, "I see you've met my friend Darcy. She's an acquired taste, and since you didn't run screaming, I'm going to guess this isn't your first time."

I see what you did there, Skye.

She has to shake her head at the Rainbow Brite thing. "Sorry. Not to dredge up the sympathy, but I kinda had a shitty childhood. Lots of foster homes. An orphanage, and a group home I ran away from. Rainbow Brite was for kids who had people who gave a damn." She shrugs. It is what it is. "I forget how I got Shitcode. Might have had something to do with my tunnel vision when working." She points at herself, then waves a hand. "Professional hacker. Kinda my thing. Though I'm on the side of the angels now."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Literally!" Darcy quips of the angel thing, a big shit eating grin on her face, like she KNOWS something but isn't telling. Mostly because who the fuck is going to believe her anyway. She is utterly unapologetic about being THAT friend that Skye has to look apologetic about, and she slides each a mug of beer. She lifts hers.

"To fun nicknames, crazy work things, and this one places bringing all us crazy shit together for a drink," she toasts, holding her mug up for the tapping.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny Rand says, "third, actually." He does cast a glance over towards Darcy, then back to Skye as he shrugs. "And no. Haven't ran away yet, though maybe considering a tactical retreat at some point." He tips a wink, that lopsided smile finding its way back to his expression.

The whole childhood reminiscing thing does damper the mood, but only slightly. "Well...I get that. I mean, I had a bit of a shortened time myself." No further explanation given.

Danny does, however, offers just a little more background info. "I...run a business. Or, more like, Joy runs the business while I sit in the big chair and look important. Rand Industries, among others." And, just like that, if it wasn't apparent before, Danny's confirmation of just how sure Darcy wants to pay that bar tab becomes clear. It is literally a drop in the bucket for him.

However, toasts first. He picks up his mug, clinking the glass to Darcy's. "Sounds good to me."

Melinda May has posed:
As she's prone to doing, May appears behind Darcy as she's lifting her beer for a toast. She waits a moment to see how the others react before reaching over the non-hacker agent's shoulder with a tumbler of bourbon to join in the clinking of glasses.

Not that she actually knows what the toast is about, but she's pretty sure this will unnerve at least one person at their table.

"Skye. Lewis. Rand." She doesn't just up and claim a seat at the table, though. She'll let one of them think to invite her.

Quake has posed:
"Huh?" Skye asks of Darcy, then ohs. "Oh, yeah. Castiel."

She shakes her head, because who would really believe that anyway, even if she, herself, really had no choice /but/ to believe he was one. And she'd already cast aside one very fervent attempt by the Catholic Church to convert her into one of the faithful.

"Business, huh? I'm sure that's boring as all hell... woah. Like RAND Industries. You're shit-er.. kidding me?" Oh yeah, she's itching to check that one out. You can believe she'll be doing some internet hunting later, for certain, for sure.

She takes her pint from Darcy, and lifts it, laughing, "You know, you two, you have the money to drink at a place they use clean towels to dry the mugs, right?"

Her glass has barely clinked against the others when May's arrival is announced by that glass of bourbon joining the mix. "Hey, May. You're just in time, I think. Food is up for grabs. I think Darcy and her friend are going to arm wrestle for the bill. Perhaps some fistcuffs in the alley to settle it."

Grinning while she says it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Holy fucking piece of... SHIT! May!"

Darcy. It was Darcy. As that fourth and unexpected glass clinks against herself, Darcy jumps, and a bit of beer sloshes from her mug and falls onto her head and ... Darcy sulks into taking a drink. This as she spins herself on her stool to level A Look at her SO, pout visible. For a moment she just looks at the other woman, before turning to Danny.

"Chocolate pudding wrestling, I'm amazing at it, and I don't give a fuck what company you own or whatever. I said I wanna pay, so I'm paying. You can get next time, but you have to call me.. on my phone.. with my number. that you still haven't asked for," So there. humf.

Beer in my hair.

Iron Fist has posed:
If Darcy's initial arrival didn't surprise Danny...then May's arrival did. Damn but if she isn't quiet. Still, surprised or not, Danny takes a sip of that mug of his, hopefully effectively hiding that initial shock.

Right, as if he can hide that with three trained spies around him.

There is a nod given to May...barely perceptible, but there, as acknowledgement, before Danny shifts back to Darcy. Placing the mug down, he holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, Wisp. You can pay. I get the hint." And, speaking of hints, he does lean over, while he reaches into that suit jacket of his, pulling out a rather fancy-looking smartphone. "May I have your number?"

See? Guys can follow clues, sometimes.

A chuckle is cast over towards Skye. "Well, sure, we can go to places like that. But they lack atmosphere. I like here better." A shrug is given. "Besides, I have friends in the area, too. It's sort of a local hangout."

Quake has posed:
"Ah, gotcha." Skye smirks. "I have a friend in the area. Actually, he's my laywer to boot. Funny story that, his partner hired me to do some snooping for him, and for some reason we arranged a retainer agreement for the firm. Turns out when I needed a lawyer, who is his partner, other than my friend. Though it took us a bit to piece who we were. Last time we'd seen each other I was like this stupid little kid, and he was this angry older kid."

She sighs a bit, remembering. "He was nice to me, though. Beat some kid up for teasing me. I probably could have taken the kid myself, but it made him happy. Pretty sure Sister Margaret sent him to bed without any supper that night. Huh. Things you rememer."

She shuffles over to make room for May.

Melinda May has posed:
May accepts the non-verbal invitation from Skye, offering Darcy a small stack of napkins as she takes her seat. It's almost like she expected someone to spill their beer.

"What did you order food-wise? And should I risk it, or demand that we all relocate about three blocks over?" There's one of the more authentic Thai places about three blocks over.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"We have onion rings, hot wings, and crappy bar pizza. And I'm buying here. If you wanna move us to a new place, then you're paying for that, and no I will not help you write it off as a business expense just because the agents out numbers to business men!" Darcy grumbles at May without any heat whatsoever. All while using the offered naps to dry her hair. She is clearly no stranger to it. Danny asking for her number has Darcy giving him her digits and offering to hold still so he can "snap a pic of the girls for your contacts".

Iron Fist has posed:
"Sounds like Matt or Foggy. Most likely Matt." It's just so nonchalant, the way that Danny just offers that info. Of course he knows Matt and Foggy. Why, it makes perfect sense. "I could see that going down. The kid thing, I mean." A pause. "Especially if it was Matt. He always does seem to be looking out for the underdog." Not that Danny is calling Skye an underdog...but protecting others is totally Matt's bag.

The number is transposed into the smartphone....and the obligatory contacts pic has been taken. "There. All set now. Now you can reprimand me next time for forgetting to give you a call. It will happen. Just give it some time."

Quake has posed:
"Totally Matt," Skye says with a grin, her lips pursed over that amusement. "The beating the kid up thing. Foggy is who hired me. Weird how it turned out. I mean, I didn't plan on needing a lawyer who wasn't through work.." She shrugs. "He's kinda still the same way, isn't he?"

Not that Skye really had spent much time with him since, but she'd read a few things, and knew an important other. He was still the same old Matt she'd known.

"So what brings you by, May?" And yep, Darcy was right. Spies now outnumbered businessman 3:1. Though superpowered to non-powered sat at an even 50:50. Unless you counted Darcy's sassy mouth. Then they were all outnumbered.

Melinda May has posed:
"I'd been hoping to catch Murdock about something, and I missed their business hours. Accident on the beltway." And then she very likely recognized whatever vehicle Darcy and/or Skye used to get here. Because.

Or, she's been keeping tabs on one of the two agents and was tailing said target. Either is likely, honestly.

"Sounds like we had similar reasons."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Text me, so I can text you and I will blow your phone up like daily so you don't forget about me up in your rich boy ivory tower," Darcy retorts at Danny, smirking and reaching for a hot wing, which she offers to May.

"Eat it," she says in a really poor mocking imitation of the Plant from what was that movie? The one with the plant and a young Rick Moranis?

Iron Fist has posed:
Another movie reference? Danny opens his mouth to chime in on the comment when that phone of his starts ringing. A quick glance at it is given....then the expression shifts from pleasant to a decidedly less-than-thrilled one. "It would seem that I had left the office a little too soon. But, I will make sure to text as requested. I need to duck out to go take care of some business." With a polite smile, he offers a bow to all three females. "Skye, it was a pleasure meeting you. Now, if you all would please excuse me."

With that, Danny turns and heads for the door. Only, after he disappears from view, Darcy's phone chimes in with what seems to be a text message. The message itself is rather simple.

<Thanks, Wisp>

Darcy now has the personal phone number of a multi-millionaire. Watch out, world...

Quake has posed:
"Likewise, Danny. Look us up. We have a nice yard."

Then her attention is back at the table. She's not doubt May had not missed all of Darcy's being.. Darcy. And Skye is back at laughing at her friend. "You're incorrigable. And people think I'm the one to watch." Smiling, "He seems nice enough. Rand Industries, though. woo."

Melinda May has posed:
May nods to Danny as he takes his leave, then looks at the two younger women. "You're both to be watched, Skye. But you know as well as I do that the quiet ones are more dangerous."

She then accepts the wing that Darcy's practically shoving in her face and takes a bite. Hm. Typical bar food, but it's at least on par with some soulless chain like Hooters. Possibly just a bit better.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Way better, and of course it's the quiet ones. Us loud ones tell it EXACTLY as it is. Ain't no mystery bitch up in this house," Darcy quips, wagging her sauced finger in the air before snagging a piece for herself. Her coat pocket chimes and she wiggles to gt at her phone.

"Fuck. I swear to Jesus if that's Jeffery with another fuck up. Seriously, May! Why is that fucktard still in my department? Do you hate-" Darcy's vitrol cuts off as she reads the text, her lips smirking. Oh, May and Skye know this look. Darcy's got herself another hapless victim to play with. WIthout another word, she tucks the phone into her bra, and bites into the hot wing.

"Yup. He's a cinnamon roll and I plan to lick the frosting."

Oh dear God. Darcy. Why?

Quake has posed:
"So, which am I, quiet or loud?" Skye might have a mouth like a sailor at times, but she also wasn't a Darcy, and depending on circumstance, she could be either. "And okay, I'll bite, why are you tailing one of us?"

As far as Skye knew, she'd been behaving. Mostly. She wasn't.. wait, "Uh.. I am still on leave? Or wait, is that over? So confused with this Sebastian thing."

She buries her confusion with a slice of crappy bar pizza.

"I gotta ask, Darce, are you like serious about any of them, or is this all for the shock value. Cause I gotta say, I know a lot about pushing people away to keep anyone from gtting close. You're edging close to being the poster child."

Melinda May has posed:
May appears to be okay with the wings, and she snakes back the rest of the napkins. "Quiet," she replies to Skye. "And it's you I'm tailing. Your leave doesn't end until tomorrow."

She lets the hacker tackle the topic of Darcy's brashness being a possible facade. She suspects she knows the truth, but it's most decidedly not for her to say. Not even if asked. Thus, she appears to be focused on the wings. The pizza's just a BIT too dodgy looking.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
That's... not a question she's ever been asked before, and it's telling in how it makes her brows pull together and her lips frown a bit.

"Am I... serious about offering people I like, respect, and think are beautiful inside and outside if they'd like to have a few moments of physical connection and utter bliss, or if I offer these things for utter shock value?" she repeats, like she can't understand the question and is actually a little insulted by it. Her head shakes.

"If I don't want someone around, I am completely capable of telling them to back the fuck off, and following it up with a prayer to my favorite Thunder God. So, no. I don't say shit to make people want to peel away. If they find it off putting, that's their deal. They can tell me so I can adjust if I like them enough, or I can tell them to go fuck themselves," she states, tone so serious and so even that she could almost be on the verge of being really pissed off.

"So yes. Every single pass I throw. I'm serious about. You, Clint, Perci, Thor, Ram, hell.. May if I didn't think she'd kick my ass for even mentioning it. Physical closeness and intimacy? Shared with people you care about, so that both know that there's a real feeling and connection there. If that bugs you, say so.. or else, politely decline or accept the offer for what it is."

Quake has posed:
"May would so kick your ass, but she'd be smiling on the inside while she did it," Skye laughs. "And no offense meant. Just.."

Skye shrugs.

"I did it to not let anyone in. Not your in your face I like you you're hot. But the whole sure I'll do you. You don't fall for people you intend to bang and leave. Do it my way, you never even get close to thinking you might like them more than a quickie. Just, you're a really cool person, and I was worried about you, you know? Like maybe you were afraid of getting hurt so you took what made you feel safe and scared people off the other way so they couldn't hurt you."

She grins, sliding a look May's way, then back to Darcy, "If it helps, if Clint and I were ever going to share our bed, you'd be on the list. Hands down."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"As long as she's smiling on the inside," Darcy quips, sucking the sauce off her fingers, frame relaxing as Skye explains why she asked. It calms her and she turns a bit more to Skye, leaning toward her a bit.

"I am afraid of getting hurt. I've been hurt in the past, but each one of those made me stronger and more sure of who I was and what I wanted from a relationship. I'm sorry that didn't happen for you, and I think you're an awesome person too, which is why I even made the offer to begin with," Darcy repeats before smiling brightly at the admission that she's IN, if Skye and Clint ever wanted it. The brightness marred only by the slight mist in her eyes.

"That? That means the world. Thanks, Skye."