9033/As Helpful as a Cat Can Be

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As Helpful as a Cat Can Be
Date of Scene: 01 September 2019
Location: Tribeca - Manhattan
Synopsis: The veterinary clinic is almost finished and Stephen and Felicia have lunch to celebrate -- and to help the interior painters focus.
Cast of Characters: Doctor Strange, Black Cat




Doctor Strange has posed:
    "We don't even have a desk yet Felicia." Stephen says for the umpteenth time as he sighs softly and steps into the main foyer of the vet clinic that he's slowly working on opening. A few hired hands are in the room painting. Soft earth tones that would be safe and calming for the 'clients' as per Stephen's request. The wizard stops and looks at Felicia with his hands on his hips, in weakly curled fists. "Would you stop distracting the workers? If you really want to help, design a flier to put up around town, or something like that. Just whatever you do, do it back here." Stephen says, his black eyebrow lifted up high in a slightly accusatory glare. She knows what she's doing. He knows she enjoys the attention, but she did offer to help. That's not helping.

Black Cat has posed:
Those pursed lips really are like a rosebud, painted as they are with the usual lipstick; it's witchcraft, how that stuff stays on all day and night, though all forms of contact, from coffee cups to Stephen's own mouth. Felicia isn't interested in kissing him, however, at the moment. She's got her arms folded and an equally exacerbated eyebrow, in blonde, arched back at him. The svelte, silky fall of her summer dress, a design in oceanic hues with a daring plunge collar, is flattering. No wonder the workers are distracted.

"I can't help it if you don't hire professionals, Stephen -- and I know you don't have a desk, it's not sitting up front AND its delivery is also late. You should lodge a complaint." A huff of a sigh and she looks to one side, now avoiding eye contact. "Fine. I can work on a flyer or something. You can go yell at the young guy for dropping his brush on the tile. He needs to get the paint up before it dries."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Nope, you're not on flier duty any more, you call and figure out what's wrong with the shipment. That was supposed to be here thursday." Stephen sighs as he moves to Felicia, puts his hands on her biceps and sighs with a hint of a smile. This is more interesting, it's like back when he was doing his residency.

    "Hey, the lady's right, lets get that paint up and put that tarp down that I made sure you had before hiring you. I'm even paying you hell of a lot extra for working on Sunday like this." Stephen says, moving past Felicia with that kind of warm comforted smile of his that she's seen maybe only in his sleep.

Black Cat has posed:
The gentle presence of his hands on her arms has Felicia bringing her eyes to his face. There's still a minor glitter of pique in them, but she can't hold a grudge at his frustration for long. If people knew Stephen was such a weakness for her...

Well. People beyond one particular Trickster God.

Dimples soothe the Cat more yet. She turns in place with a delicate swirl of the ankle-length hem of her dress to watch him go about dictating proper interior decorating protocol and can't help the half-smirk. It's good to hear the authoritarian tone come into play after the recent rough spate.

"I'll buzz them and tell them what for," she informs Stephen before getting her cell phone out of her purse. It's not difficult to locate the order forms, given there aren't any filing cabinets yet and they're stacked on an unfinished counter. Felicia leans again it, phone to her ear, and then smiles as if the person on the other end of the line could see her.

"Yes, good morning, this is Miss Hardy, calling in regards to a order for some of your furniture? The order number is 7214B, placed -- yes, under the last name Strange. No, it's not a joke." Her tone goes warningly flat here and one can almost hear the rep apologizing on the other end of the line.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen steals a glance over his shoulder and gets the faintest hint of a smirk be it for devious reasons or pleasure, Stephen gets the idea of his 'attack cat' going out on the prowl. It's amusing in some small part. "Just make sure you're taking care of everything." Stephen says towards the help before he turns around and looks out of the windows towards the sidewalk and street just outside.

    The doctor sighs softly as he takes a moment to soak in his newest situation but he doesn't linger long, turning towards Felicia he starts to say something but doesn't want to interrupt or interfere with the call. So instead he walks past the counter and then through the door before appearing on the other side of the counter where he rests with one elbow and sits there, waiting, staring at Felicia, a very dull stare, but a stare none the less.

Black Cat has posed:
With her head tilted to trap her phone to her shoulder and cheek, Felicia squints up at the ceiling while she apparently waits for the fumbling rep to find the paperwork. Her jade-green eyes slide to land on Stephen and she gives him a small, short smile. 'One tic,' she mouths, not wanting to break the impression of lofty impatience she's given.

"Ah -- yes, that's correct." Manicured fingernails are now considered as she frowns down at them. "Yes, it's now Sunday. I would appreciate this, yes, could you? Monday afternoon at the latest? That would be wonderful." A pause. "Yes, that's his contact number, I would call it. Thank you, Kyle, you've been very helpful." Good ol' Kyle gets this purring accolade with about as much charming and velvety timbre Felicia can muster. "Yes, you too."

Blip, call ended. With a sigh, Felicia shakes her head as she slips her cell phone away into her shoulder bag. "Monday afternoon, Copperfield, for the furniture." Glancing up at him, she wanders over and leans onto the other side of the counter, smiling. "Aw...why the long face?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Just watching you work. Not something I get to do often." Stephen notes before he lets his eyelids drop slightly, "Especially in the day light." He winks before pushing off from the counter and disappearing back into the work room. There's a brief moment of him whistling as he moves back to the foyer and steps in. "You fellows have things under control now?" Stephen asks with a glance to the workers as he extends a hand towards Felicia, expecting her to fill his palm with her own. "I have to take the lady elsewhere to prevent any more delays or damages." Strange says with a glaring look at the blonde.

Black Cat has posed:
"It's the twenty-first century, Stephen, and about time men are held accountable for their own actions. It doesn't matter what I wear. They can keep their eyes on their work and their paintbrushes on the walls," Felicia replies in a mild tone to raise the fine hairs on one's body. With her hand in his, she walks beside him as they exit the clinic and into the warm summer morning.

A sigh and the Cat glances up at the taller, silver-templed Doctor. "Where to then?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "It is the twenty first century, yes, but I promise you would be distracting until the very end of humanity itself." Strange says as a weird sort of compliment as he rubs his thumb against the back of Felicica's hand. "I was thinking you would enjoy some lunch and wine." Stephen replies calmly as if he didn't just say he's seen the end of man, and still confirms that Felicia is the epitome of attractiveness.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia gifts her beau with a humoring, fond little smile. "Gosh, you're going to give a lady ideas with compliments like that, Copperfield." Gently squeezing his hand, lightly enough not to twinge nerves, she executes a smooth side-step in her sandals to briefly mold herself with Stephen's side.

"And I think lunch and wine sounds wonderful. Lead on, good Doctor -- and you ate this morning, right?" For better or worse, the thief has assigned herself, to an extent, the role of caretaker for Stephen. Not about to dictate bedtimes, she'll still chide if he forgets to eat.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "You should already have ideas Felicia." Stephen notes as he leads the way and before they even know it, Stephen faded reality from one place to another. A more seamless kind of teleportation but one that tends to make people's stomach less lurchy. They are now quietly in an elevator going up and the couple are greeted with a ding and the copper doors part, showing the way to a restaurant at the top of the world. All of New York is there to view as Stephen leads Felicia by the hand towards the host. "Reservation for two, the name is Hardy." He says with a kind smile to Felicia.

Black Cat has posed:
Gem-green eyes roll. "I'm going to assume you ate breakfast then," she murmurs mostly to herself. Still, Felicia's hand twines up to his bicep, firmly anchoring her arm about his elbow in turn. A blink -- another, as if she had something in her eyes briefly blurring them out, and --

Felicia stares at her surprise reflection in the shined warmly-hued metal elevator doors for a second before blurting out a laugh. "Oh, god, you're the best." Before they slide open, she leans her head heavily against his shoulder in pure affection. Of course there's a reservation: Felicia has a standing table here, even, and the staff know where to direct them both. It's tucked into a corner, private, near to the window for an unimpeded view on the city and beyond to the harbor and ocean beyond. Settling herself in a chair, Felicia then dedicates brief attention to the view.

"It's always so lovely...don't you think?" Stephen gets a twinkling grin.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "The view isn't half as exquisite as you are my dear." Stephen says as they are guided to their table and yet the wizard can not take his eyes off the woman.

    Stephen sits back in the chair and takes a moment to catch his breath as he lowers his chin to look at the menu briefly before he looks out the window and finally rest his eyes on Felicia.

Black Cat has posed:
Pleased shy of purring, the Cat holds those changeable eyes, lined by their dark lashes, and smiles. Feminine, mysterious, she allows it to linger on her lips before she demurely glances down at the menu now in her hands.

"I think I'll get the usual: calamari with lemon-cream aioli sauce, side salad, glass of cabernet sauvignon... Oh, and look." Stephen is shown the menu and her finger points to the desert listing. "They've got their huckleberry-chocolate torte! One of those too, it'll go fabulously with the wine." Teeth furl over her plump bottom lip as she curls her toes under the table. Hedonistic, the Cat, now and forever. Setting down the menu, she then gives Stephen a big grin.

"So, you're a veterinarian now. What's the weirdest thing you think we're going to see?" she asks. We -- of course; Felicia's going to have her fingers in it one way or another. This is for Stephen to answer and without fail, the thief listens in rampant curiosity. The food is delicious, once it arrives after order, and the poor painters get to finish their task without further interruption back at the clinic.