Owner	Pose
Harley Quinn	You know that lovely term when you try and stand back up, somebody will kick you back down.. Harley's eye's narrow here she is trying to make a living .. trying to keep her promise to batsie ya know, the whole no killing anymore though he never said anything about breaking limbs..      But here she is working. She's waiting tables, okay she's in a skimpy outfit, but that's nothing new for her I mean you should see what Mr. J asked her to wear .. But she Right now, she's giving big smiles as she serves drinks.. She's being super good today. She doesn't even break arms when they grab her butt!
Clint Barton	So they decided to check this bar by the Red Hook. Skye Johnson and Clint Barton rarely go to bars, but once in a blue moon, they do. Sometimes they just enjoy themselves, other times they come back with intel for SHIELD. Missions and dates often mix that way for them. Like tonight. So instead of operational gears, they just wear plain civilian clothes. As he keeps the door open to let Skye in, Clint quickly glances around, professional habit, to find possible emergency exits, wanted criminals, or whatever else might ruin an evening in a bar. "Hrm, this looks nice," the archer comments, his eyes also assessing the staff, "Hopefully they serve coffee."
Skye Johnson	"Fury was.. pleased.. that we were going on a date." That alone should have made her suspicious. But he sent them off without gear, so, really it seemed like a date? "Remember the first real date we went on to the ritzy place that Tony knew?" Skye laughed. "We made too ordering the appeztizers, and didn't stay beyond their arrival at the table. Didn't Tony even pay for that one?" The cab ride home was written on her brain. For reasons. "One drink, before we go. Deal?" They didn't respond well to fancy places. "I think I remember a pizza joint around the corner." Just in case.
Harley Quinn	Classy place unclassy but attractive Harley .. *The sound of bubble gum blowing before a pop* " heya.. Why don't ya come this way and I can get yer butts into a both," she says.. Holding a Serving tray and a hand on her hips .      She leads the two of a chair and chucks out two menus with far more skill than a serving girl should be.. what's more, they stop right in front of both of you " lemme know when ya want food and drinks," . She says as she prances off!
Clint Barton	"Come on, Skye, if you mention this taxi ride, I swear we won't even have time to order one drink," Clint half-jokes, half-warns. And then, everything happened so quickly and smoothly, both agents are lead to a booth, seated and menu handed. Glancing down at the menu, Clint is still chuckling at how they were greated. To him, it's kind of welcoming. No queue, and quite efficient service. "Hrm.. A bit fancy for my taste. But hey, check, they have the Special Deluxe Nacho plate. Yup, that'll do." His choice made, and while waiting for Skye to choose her meal and drink, the archer looks around, trying to make eye contact with the efficient server.
Skye Johnson	Skye pretended to have an innocent face. "Me? You must have the wrong, innocent girl with you." The whole while she looked like she was going to bust a gut. "Besides, that is for after, anyways." "We're adults now." As she looked over the menu, "How about we split the naches, and a plate of wings?" Believe it or not, they did have wings - with an exorbitant price. "A beer for me as well." Seeing as she doesn't have to write up a report on this, she feels like she deserves it.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn Looks back at client since he makes eye contact but well, making eye contact with Harley is never a good idea.. especially for somebody like clint. I mean, he would instantly see the eyes of 1 CRAZY and 2. Clearly a killer.. but she plasters a bit smile and walks back over " You cuties ready to order? " she asks      She cocks her head though " And no fighting here, please.. I just got the job and Don't want to have this place reduced to rubble, okay.. if you're here for some kind of revenge, can it wait another 30 minutes till I get off work? " .
Clint Barton	Yup, the archer has seen his share of crazed homicidal lunatics, and if he trusted his instinct, this server could be on the list. Or she might be just high on something of an illegal nature. Harley's next words confirm that Clint's instinct is still functioning correctly. Looking up at her, and handing her the menu back, Clint slowly nods at her. "Seriously, this place has something about customers service," he comments, "We'll have the Super Duper Whatever Nachos plate, and wings. One pint of beer, and one coffee." Beat. "And no fight for dessert, thank you. Since when do you try to earn an honest wage anyway?"
Skye Johnson	They had other things planned for dessert! Ahem. Skye smiled at their servers. Meanwhile she tried to place her. There was something about her that niggled. But what? Let Clint have his funtime exchanging flirts. What did she care? Except the server's words were not exactly flirty. Ah damn. Fury wanted them to check out this place without checking out - if you know what he meant. And she knew what it meant. "Better change that to two coffees, no pint." She let Harley know. "Changed my mind." Just in case.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn Gives that ohh good sigh " Well, that's okay, okay, some nachos and coffee got it ' she beams back to being super happy. but she pauses "I made bat sie a promise I wouldn't kill nobody anymore " She shrugs before she skips off to put in the order.. yep she's skipping     . You can see her not far off humming to herself as she puts int he order on the machine.
Clint Barton	"Wouldn't kill nobody anymore," Clint replies in a half-whisper, his eyes following Harley as she skips away to place the order. "Right." Then looking at Skye seated across the both, the archer grins. "I don't know a lot of skippin' homidical murderers," he states, trying to remember her name. "Gawd, memory's bad. Harley something?" Why didn't he bring his bow? Yeah, yeah, once again, he probably thought that Fury was trying to match them up - didn't the Big Boss know better? What would it take for him to get it, a baby on his doorstep? "I dunno for you, but it feels like a small spark could ignite this place in no time." Indeed. Hard to tell what Harley could do if rubbed the wrong way.
Skye Johnson	"Harley.. Quinn? Damn Fury had me looking up a pile of old files the other week. Wouldn't you know it." Skye shakes her head. "He didn't want this to be a mission, I bet." Ergo no nudge to bring his bow. In fact, beyond her cellphone - which was, admittedly souped up - even Skye was underpowered. Well, underpowered with her internet; not her inhuman powers. "You don't think?" She broke her sentence as she looked at Clint.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn comes back with a happy smile 2 big plates of nachos, and two large coffee's of course, it's all high quality.. some prime rib on the nachos along with high-quality fresh cheese and nachos.. The coffee is also fresh and high-end beans..      she puts down the coffee and creamer with a small thing of sugars.. while laying out the nachos for you guys to enjoy " here ya go.. lemme know if you need anything else, okay " she beams a big smile " And thanks for not wanting to start a fight ..I was worried ya know, and you two scream cops ".
Clint Barton	Clint watches as Harley places the plates and cups on the table, all the way thinking that he should probably review some files at the SHIELD HQ. And as it happens often in Hawkeye's life, his mouth often gets too big. "Naw, we ain't cops," he tells Harley, "But we could tell them there's a serial killer in here." That is said with a large grin on his face. At any moment now, the archer is expecting the shyte to hit the fan, almost literally. Well, if she is really /not/ wanting to kill or even fight during work hours, then this might be a good test to see her reactions.
Skye Johnson	Skye kicked him under the table. /~What are you doing?~/ She asked with ASL. Though she really was this close to pulling out her SHIELD badge.. okay, she's a shit disturber too. But not as bad as one as Clint! "We're not cops." Not only did she rank in the top ten wanted in the world (until they explained it to the the authorities. Ahem.), before her job she was given the choice to join SHIELD or live the rest of her life in a maximum security federal prison. Not that she talks about that. "Trust me, we're not." Guess which one she chose?
Harley Quinn	The funny thing about crazy is they don't think like normal people " i'm not a serial killer.. why would I hurt breakfast like that? I love beakfast.. besides, I never kill anybody without a reason.. that was Mr j " . She shrugs her white shoulders " He was the whole embrace the chaos Harley type," she says .. " Me i like a reason for smashing "      Though clint might notice that pen has changed grips the the kind that can be stabbed into his neck.. she didn't attack or anything so that' super progress for halrey!
Clint Barton	The pain in his leg registers, but the archer doesn't show signs of having been kicked in the leg. Hard. The archer smiles back at Skye. Indeed, her every reactions are studied, and the pen turning into a possible weapon isn't unnoticed. Nonetheless, the archer remains at the ready, just in case. Meanwhile, the classy nachos are cooling, so Clint helps himself with some, nodding at Harley. "Then we won't give you any reason to smash, miss. This, hrm, Mr. J seems to be a jolly fellow. Does he have a full name?"
Skye Johnson	Skye was on alert, prepping to hold Harley in statis if necessary. She looked over at Clint, taking his lead.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn Blinks " you don't know Mr J? " She cocks her head " You guys aliens or something? I dunno too many people who don't know The Joker " She puts her hands on her hips " follow my advice if you hear about em run.. it's safer," she snorts ' Anyways, enjoy yer meal, " She says brightly as she moves off to help another customer.
Clint Barton	Well, yes, the Joker is well known. And there are a few more criminals with a name starting in J. The first to come to mind would be the Juggernaut. Now that Harley is busy with other customers, Clint enjoys the extra pricy nachos and coffee. Pricy, but good. "Interesting woman," the archer comments, "And place. It's clear why Fury wants to keep an eye on it." And yes, he said it: to keep an eye on it. Despite the bad and easy pun, the archer nods, "This will be an interesting report to write, hrm, for you, that is." And yet, hopefully, this time Skye will kick him on the other leg!