9759/And a New Pair of Shoes

And a New Pair of Shoes
Date of Scene:	25 October 2019
Location:	Eastchester, The Bronx
Synopsis:	Felicia and Sara cross paths in a chocolate shop.
Cast of Characters:	Witchblade, Black Cat

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Witchblade has posed:
Sara Pezini. Detective, NYPD....is out here in the Bronx. She gets around the city and she's definitely looking frazzled. She's only out here to escape the media circus. A woman was set on /fire/ twice. Sara got off lightly. Well, sortt of. She's just driving around aimlessly. or was until she parked up and began walking the streets. If anything, in times like this...Sara needs a cop's best friend. Or hers, chocolate. So she's settled into a little store, it's got tables outside and she's bought a week's worth of chocolate. She'll fail the physical if she's not careful but she doesn't care right now.

Black Cat has posed:
One of the gems in the city is the small family-owned shoe store tucked not far from the Vernon Hill Shopping Centre. After having lost a very nice pair of stilettos to what amounts to a gang war in an abandoned warehouse in Gotham, Felicia was very certain to replace them as soon as possible. It's so rare to find comfortable six-inch heels.

As such, pleased with her accomplishment, the thief decides to further treat herself to some chocolate. Why not? It's one of those grey days where the cloud cover won't break and the temperature won't rise enough to merit anything lighter than a coat. As such, she's in a caramel-hued trench coat overtop hunter-green pants tucked into brown riding boots. Her top, barely able to be seen, is cream beneath the swirl of a pearly-pink scarf about her throat.

As she enters the chocolate shop, Felicia inhales appreciatively. "Mmm. Some turtles, I think..." she murmurs to herself as she pauses before the glass display case. Perfectly manicured nails tappity-tap along its curved top before combing loose platinum-blonde hair behind her shoulders. Sara's purchase, in volume, is noted as the thief glances over. A wry smile is aimed at the woman.

"I hope you kicked all of their luggage to the curb too," she says by way of sympathetic guess at the reasoning: a booted beau or belle.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara looks over and raises an eyebrow. "Take a seat. No not a breakup. Just a bad day and I don't trust therapy when I can get chocolate" she sighs, breaking off a bit of chocolate and shoving it into her mouth, leaning forward.

Black Cat has posed:
"Well, hey, I'll take a bad day over a breakup any day," the Cat comments as she remains lingering by the counter. She still has to make her request for the turtles, after all, and the chocolatier is currently visible minding a large batch of brownies judging by the consistency of the batter being poured into molds from a large and teeming silver bowl. "Breakups are so...messy." The bag from the shoe store swings on the wrist of the hand she raises to waft at the air dismissively, as if shooing the very idea away.

"If you didn't get some turtles, they're the best here. The only better ones are in Birmingham because the pecans are fresher," Felicia informs the other woman before glancing back at the chocolatier. He glances up in turn and gives her an apologetic smile; 'one minute, please'. A red-red smile is shot back in return, fetching, and a little bit of brownie batter spills. Oops.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara cracks a smile. "You think? All that mess" she says. "But you heard about that woman set on fire? I walked into that, it's horrible. I'm hoping she survives" Sara admits, then smirks. "Fuck it. Hey, I'll take a brownie and split it" she offers, pulling out a $50. With that she looks a little happier. "Ain't had a breakup in forever. Forgot they were a thing till you mentioned the dreaded word. Y'know, it's funny" she adds. She shrugs and tilts her head with a look, then watches the brownie and then the girl. "So who are ya?" she asks. It's her nature to ask questions, after all...being a detective

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia laughs. "Oh, no, keep your money, a friend spotted me some extra cash last night." Out of her coat pocket comes a billfold containing...quite a number of crisp, newly-printed one-hundred dollar bills. "I'll get one for you too."

Finally, the chocolatier comes to the counter, murmuring apologies, and the thief demures politely, putting in her order. Money is exchanged and she then seats herself across from Sara with the air of a queen. The brownie for the detective is slid towards her while Felicia wraps up her own to add it to her smaller bag of turtles, all to be stashed away into the shoe shopping bag.

"Me? I'm a lady enjoying some dreary fall weather and appreciating the fact that I can find another set of stilettos I lost last night. Miss Hardy," the Cat adds with a small smirk. The friendly tease follows as Felicia's jade-green eyes land on Sara. "And who are you other than full of questions?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's suspicious but she says nothing. She just watches. It's better to bite her tongue at times, but she does look impressed. "I gotta find me a rich friend to spot money" she grumbles playfully. Then she takes the brownie and nibbles on it. "Hey thanks, if you're gonna pay I'll keep my money" she offers. Then the question. Who is she. Really? Pulling her badge would just be rude, after food was vought for her. "I'm a New Yorker" Sara says. "Name's Sara. I work around here"

Bluff, but....Sara's not about to out herself as a cop. At least, without being made to, that is. It's not worth losing her new friend over, especially somebody rich. If Sara doesn't have to pull her badge and do police work, she doesn't want to.

Black Cat has posed:
"Sara." The way Felicia repeats the name and scans the woman's face means she's locking the name to Sarah herself: at this point, the thief will be able to spot her in a crowd without fail. The Cat has learned how it pays to pay attention to her surroundings over her years of her...hobby.

"Nice to meet you, fellow New Yorker. If you're local, what's the best place to find a good scarf? I have a hard time with anything scratchy on my neck," she shares with a grimace.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara looks over Fel doing that cop thing of taking notes mentally. She shhrugs in response to the scarf question. "Not sure. I don't wear scarves that much, but try online" she offers. The gears in her head are turning, and Sara's got her department issue firearm in a holster under her jacket. When she shrugs it pushes against the material. "So you want a scarf, why not go for a hat and gloves too? Sara asks. It's a mix of genuine and cop questioning.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia sighs and glances out the window of the chocolate shop. Outside, it's begun to lightly drizzle, but at least there's no imminent downpour on the way.

"It's difficult to find a matching set in the wool I normally like," she explains to Sara, glancing back at the woman once more. "Besides, who wears woolen gloves? I prefer leather." Her grin is followed by a light laugh. Then the Cat's expression grows more somber.

"I did hear you talk about that lady catching on fire. I'm sorry, that must have been rough. I mean...even I might want therapy after seeing something like that. You could go talk to somebody. I'm definitely not a therapist," and the blonde shrugs.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shrugs and looks amused, but her second shrug reveals the corner of her badge, the metal shield part of it, that is....as she's aware she outed herself as a cop. "Can't you order it and have it custom made?" she asks, subconciously covering her badge with a hand. "I mean, you can get everything made online" she starts. Mouth full of brownie shuts her up real good.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia's eyes fall to the gleam of the badge and back to Sarah's face. There's a slow curling smile that appears, as if she were the Cheshire Cat and she wished to appear grin-first.

"I could order something online, officer, but there's something about trying on the gloves. A good pair of gloves is very important. They can complete so many outfits with that little touch." The Cat holds up a pinch's worth of space between her fingers to accent her point. "But hey, who am I to judge about what kind of therapy you want? If chocolate therapy's good for you, then there's no reason to not enjoy the hell out of all the chocolate you want."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara nods and watches her. Looking over the chocolate, Sara nods. "Gloves do set off outfits. Among other things" she half jokes. Yeah, like the interest of cops. "Salem Center does good stuff mind, but what about?" she asks and gestures to te turtles. "Any good?"

Black Cat has posed:
"Oh, yes, the turtles are always good. Here." Felicia reaches into the smaller sack tucked into her shoe bag and plucks out one. It's set on the napkin nearest to Sara on the table. Being certain to clean her fingers off, the thief then slips her wrist into the wicker handles of the shopping bag.

"As far as Salem Center goes? I'm not sure, I haven't nosed around there for any clothing lately. I'm sorry, but I have to run. I've got a pedicure in about an hour and you know traffic around here." Felicia rolls her jade-green eyes. Ew. "It was nice to meet you, Officer Sara. Enjoy your chocolate, okay?"

With that and a twiddly-fingered wave, the Cat excuses herself from the booth to exit the chocolate shop. She disappears into the drizzly afternoon easily enough, just another New Yorker on the streets.