Owner	Pose
Darcy Lewis	Darcy stood in line, eyes looking over her choices with a shrewness that most field agents use to scope out a target. Perhaps this was Darcy's target: the choiciest bit of foodstuff for her tummy to use as fuel to get her through the afternoon of paperclip deliveries. She taps a toe of her just shy of too tall to be appropriate for actual office work heels as she takes her time to consider all the food. Even though the guy behind the food line has a feeling her knows what she's going to order. This is a weekly ritual. Darcy ponders her choices... then grabs the same tried and true.
Chris Redfield	Chris had already been through the line, honestly being one of the first people to get through it once the lunch line, per say, opened up for business. He mainly chooses a slice of medium rare ribeye steak with a side of eggdrop soup, and a sprite for the drink. Sitting at one of the long tables by himself, he simply enjoys eating what he has. Keeping his phone nearby in case he's called in on emergency, he notices Darcy in the line, but he also notices many other faces. With that in mind, his smile is evident as he locks eyes with people that he knows, namely people he's served with on a strike team, but otherwise silently eats his meal.
Darcy Lewis	Fine fine fine. Salad. But with some meat on top. And all the veg. Most of the veg. Darcy had an anything goes type of salad. This and some sweet iced tea was her meal and she turned to make her way to find a place to sit... only to pout. Her usual table by the window was already taken by that brat in reception and her boytoy of the week, a security goon from Fury Hates You levels of droll. Darcy sighed and searched for the first open spot.. oh! And a smiling face. Darce makes her way over to the long table and plops herself across from Chris. "Hello," she chirps pleasantly.
Chris Redfield	Chris was now reading information about a recent football game when Darcy plopped herself across from him. A small smile touching his features as he looked her in the eyes. "Hey." Chris greets her, though he tilts his head. "...I think I've seen you around, but we haven't officially met. Chris Redfield." he extends a hand to the young woman across from him.
Darcy Lewis	"Darcy Lewis. Or Darcy. Or Darce. Or Tazer Queen. Or Hey You With the Tits," she replies, taking the hand for a warm shake in greeting. "If you've ordered supplies of almost any kind, then yes, you've seen me. I am the Supply Fairy. Like a Sugar Plum Fairy, but not as sugary sweet."
Chris Redfield	With Darcy naming off her myriad of titles, with the last one causing Chris to...sorry...look at her breasts, Chris simply makes an 'well okay then' kind of face before he looks at Darcy. "Nice to meet you Darcy. Yeah, I've seen you around vaguely. Namely...exactly like when we order things." he shrugs. But he maintains eye contact with her. "So, how's the day going so far?" just building conversation!
Darcy Lewis	He looks, she is unapologetically chill about it. Even making it clear she noticed by straightening up so he has a better view if he likes. Amply and generously curved, she just smiles before relaxing back into the conversation. "Likewise, Chris. The day's going well. Paperclips sorted and ready for delivery. It's always an exciting day in the Supply Logistics Division. I need to think of a snappy acronym for it, like WAND is for Weird Ass-shit ...Weird ....Ass... something.. Department. Look! I sort of knew what it stood for and then I made something up and I forgot, okay?" Darcy pauses a moment to set her napkin to her lap, drown her salad in lemon juice, and collect her fork. "You?" is asked as she spears a mouthful. NOM!
Chris Redfield	Chris DEFINITELY noticed how she straightened herself out to give him a much better look at her 'girls' so to speak, and he seems to nod lightly. Chris's seal of approval, but he feels it'd be very inappropriate and unwelcome to stamp her. So! PG-13 it is. Either way, Chris simply sits in his chair as he listens, even as he tries hard to avoid staring at...you know what. They were distracting! since she caught him. Either way, he chuckles. "Sure you did. Don't worry, it'll come back to you eventually." he noms another piece of meat. "Not much. the day goes alright. I'm on call though, so...who knows what could happen." Chris is mostly the one-man murder squad or the captain of the killsquad that goes in to handle what no one else is equipped to handle. Basically the top-level shit. he's often seen in his full military garb and armed to the teeth.
Darcy Lewis	Seals of Approval make The Girls happy. Darcy just smiles, seeming completely comfortable in her own skin, and if Chris opts to look again or not. They had gotten their introduction. Any more showing them off on her part would just be obnoxious. So, Darcy happily eats her mixed raw veggies and barely cooked steak without trying to flaunt her bust. "Ugh. I had on-callness. Seriously. Especially when it interrupts pot-sticker time? Fuck me sidewise, that's just annoying as hell," she laments with fellow feeling, even if she's not really in the same league as Chris in terms of what gets handled while On Call. It's that have to run when called that she's sharing with him, for in that they are the same.
Chris Redfield	Chris simply eats his eggdrop soup now, sipping on his sprite on the side. Though he does look Darcy in the eyes. "Yeah, I hear you. It's not fun, but...no rest for the weary, right?" he teases very softly before he sticks his fork in one of his steak bites. "This steak is to die for. Would you like a slice?" he offers a bite to Darcy, though clearly it's not a demand.
Darcy Lewis	"None. Nor for the wicked, so I'm doubly hosed," Darcy retorts with a smirk. Offered a bite of steak, Darcy plops her elbows on the table and leans over her plate to nom the steak from Chris' fork. A moment passes before she rolls her eyes back and up into her head. She drops back to the sit with a moan of happy mouth, lips smiling. "Damn, that's some tasty meat," she comments around her mouthful.
Chris Redfield	Chris seems to smile as Darcy seems to enjoy the bite he offered her of steak. Though her response to which can be taken many different ways, Chris is too innocent-minded to notice. "Yeah, the cook back there is fantastic when it comes to a Ribeye. so delicious." he gives his phone the stinkeye in a 'don't you do it' kind of way. Darcy Lewis and Chris Redfield are enjoying lunch together, and judging from the smiles, it's a good meeting.
Clint Barton	Clint had just got back from Mexico, and it wasn't the fun in the sun type of trip. More the fungus and mental horrors type trip. It was good being an Avenger. Despite all that Clint's back in the office, SHIELD badge hung around his neck on a chain as he helps himself to noms. A pre-wrapped ham, lettuce and cheese sandwich, an energy bar, water and of course, the nectar of the gods, coffee. Spotting Darcy and Redfield he makes his way over, the smiles are noted, and so he opens with, "Hey, mind if I join? If you not don't hesitate to say so."
Darcy Lewis	"Mm-Hmm! He totes is. Imma have to get this for my salad next time," Darcy states while meaning tomorrow. "Thanks for that tip," she adds, turning her attention back to her one salad. Clint's approach is noted and for a moment Darcy seems to glower at the archer. "Hey, Hotpants. Sure. I don't mind," Darcy says then, gears shifting aburptly to happy and pleasant and welcoming once more. Whatever she had planned for the glower, she lost it, so it's ignored as if it never was. "Howya been? Haven't seen Shitcode in a while, so don't ask. I'm buried under staplers and printer toner right now."
Chris Redfield	Chris smiles to Darcy before he nods a bit. "Anytime." his eyes shift to Arrowguy as he shows up, giving Clint an upnod. "By all means, have a seat." he moves his phone to the other side of himself to give Clint more room. Yep, on call. Life of a shield agent right there. Regardless, his eyes shift back to Darcy. "Shitcode?"
Clint Barton	Clint is fluent in the ways of Darcy but the glower comes as as surprise. "Why the sour face, Darce? Don't think I pissed in your Cheerios today." Hell he hadn't been back at the Trisk long enough for that. Then with the change of gears he shrugs and says "Not bad," setting in. A look is given Chris' way, and he extends a hand, "I've seen you around, but I don't think we've officially met, Clint Barton." "And Skye's fine, you should drop by the house sometime and hang out with us." To Chris, Clint informs, "Shitcode is Darce's nickname for my girlfriend Skye. You'll have to ask Darcy why." There is a smile at that.
Darcy Lewis	"I was going to rub you about something, but I forgot so.. no, no pissing in Cheerios," Darcy says with carefree ease. She noms more as the introductions are handled before nodding at Clint's invitation. "I will have to stop by at the most awkward times and do that Kramer slide head bob thing as I open the front door. And I'll try not to fall on my ass while I do it," she quips, laughign brightly into Chris's question and Clint's answer. A hand falls to Darcy's collarbone, as if she was shocked, plum-shocked, that he doesn't KNOW. "Because! She's the worst computer typer makes the program thingies ever and telling her that makes ehr work to prove she's not and it makes her BETTER? Duh!" Darcy's unique brand of complementing and lifting morale, one can suppose. Might be the reason she calls Clint Hotpants.
Chris Redfield	Chris smiles softly to the conversation between Darcy and Clint, thoug hhe mainly keeps his mouth shut. Especially when apparently pissing in cheerios, which he hopes is just a figure of speech for pissing each other off, is brought up. "Goodness." Chris just says. Though when he looks to Darce as she explains what shitcode means, he raises a brow. "Though clearly she's not a worst computer typer if she's a shield agent?" he teases lightly, before looking to Clint. "Hope she's a good one." Chris nods to Clint. "If so, you're a lucky guy." he takes anotehr bite of his steak, falling into silence.
Clint Barton	Clint rolls his eyes, "She's lying, so lying. Skye's awesome," he says. "Pretty much spearheaded the op that took down those Rising Tide hackers." Even if she had to fake defect from SHIELD to do it. Shooting Clint and Agent Carson along the way. Agent Carson still hasn't lived it down. "Anyhow, I'm butting in here, what were you guys saying before? Something about being on-call?" he asks as before taking a bite of his sandwich.
Darcy Lewis	"Yeah. But who found her using Reddit? Oh, that's right. NOT the people we thought should be able to," Darcy quips, sticking her tongue out before putting another bite in her mouth and nodding to clint as he shifts them back to what they were chatting about. "Hmm..Mmhmm. Mmmf.. Chris is on call. Been there, you get his feels," Darcy manages around her mouthful, the owrds only mostly garbled.
Chris Redfield	Chris looks at Clint. "Good to know. and we were just talking about how good this ribeye is. Medium rare. you can have a slice if you want. and yeah, I'm on call" he hsrugs before he takbite of his eggdrop soup. Though he now looks to Darcy ass he speaks. "Fair enough." "But really, you arn't butting in on anything. Oh, he does nod lightly to Clint. "Chris Redfield. Nice to meet you, Clint. I see you around but we never quite chat."
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, "Yeah, yeah, you're awesome and we love you," Clint says to Darcy with a roll of his eyes. He shakes his head to Chris, "Nah, I'm good, though it does look good might take a second pass to pick one up." Clint carries on with his sandwich but does nod, "Yeah, well glad we're fixing that, and if you want to train sometime hit me up. As for on-call, yeah, know that pain both from here and the Avengers," he says. "Been busy with the other lately, anything much I should worry about here?"
Darcy Lewis	"Of course I am. Where would you be without me?" Darcy brags without any sort of seriousness in it. She blows Clint a kiss for his rolled eyes and noms a bit more of her salad. Clint's question however has her looking over and shaking her head. "Not that I know of. but then, i'm just the supplier of the things that the pencil pushers push, so what do I know from Adam?" Did you get lost in all that? Good. So did Darcy.
Chris Redfield	Chris looks at Clint and he chuckles a bit. "Avengers, huh? I wouldn't know. Not like they came to me for membership." he shrugs. "What do you mean?" he asks in response to Clint's question. Before he looks at Darcy, though he blinks. "...what?"
Clint Barton	Clint shakes his head at Darcy, smiling as he does. "Completely lost, not to mention without paperclips," he replies. To Chris, Clint nods, "Yeah, not sure how I got on their roster myself," he says, before he clarifies. "Just wondering if I've missed anything big here at SHIELD while I was off Avengering these last couple of weeks."
Darcy Lewis	"Or highlighters, apparently. Illl get you purple ones so you can highlighter SPARINGLY... or annoyingly. Whichever. I don't have to read your shit," Darcy tells Clint with an unpologetic grin. She shrugs at Clint, smiling at Chris and offering her hand for a high five. "Go us and not being invited to the super powers club," she says. Because the things Clint does with a stick and some balls counts as a superpower.
Chris Redfield	"Well, must be good if that happened." Chris shrugs lightly to Clint before he smiles. "No, it's been quiet. Though good to see you all got that fungus thing taken care of. Least I hope." his eyes then shift to Darcy with a small smile, giving her a high five.
Clint Barton	"Ooh, thanks," Clint says about the highlighters. By the look on his face he already has ideas. "Bow and arrow, /bow/ and /arrow/," Clint says putting on a pained expression before it breaks into a smile. "Yeah, it's gone. Though it's going to take forever to clean up," he shakes his head. "And glad things are pretty quiet." He gives a look to Darcy. "Maybe I can make good on that threat to get you into field training." He turns back to Chris. "She not only tracked down Skye using Reddit, but she slipped into the raid to take down the Rising Tide as well. Pretty good for someone from the Adminions."
Darcy Lewis	"Fungus? Ew? Y'all beed some Gold Bond or something? Fast actin' Anactin? Something? I'm sure I've gor something in the supply closet," Darcy joins in, having no real idea what they are going on about, but that's okay, because she'll just make something up and everything will be perfect. Becuase receiving the high five countered Clint's Evil Ideas with Highlighters (TM). "Bow and arrow and I swear I will find your weakness, Robin Hood. Because Shitcode and I, we will figure out exactly what it takes to get you to miss a shot, and then the world will be ours!!" Darcy's take on an evil laugh is laughable in and of itself and it's ruined when Clint threatens her with field work. "Nope. Nope-a-pus. Can't make me. And it's not impressive since I know where we keep shit, plus how to pull rosters and come on it wasn't htat hard to get into the locker room. It was getting into the SUIT that was a pain in the ass. Literally! My ass and tits nearly broke the zipper! Ya'll can't handle these curves. Sweeten the pot by getting R&D to turn my derby outfit and skates into something i can USE and THEN it'll be a maybe."
Chris Redfield	Chris looks between Clint and Darcy, sighing just a bit. He can tell they are just amazing friends. It's the truth! Though his eyes fall upon Clint as he speaks about how the Rising Tide threat got taken out. "Not bad at all." he smiles to Darcy then, before she talks about how her...erm....body shape broke the suit she was in. Almost. He opens his mouth to make a comment, but clamps it back closed. Nope, no comment. Though he does chuckle. "A bet to see if Clint will actually miss a shot?" yes, he asks, because he knows Hawkeye just kinda...never misses.
Darcy Lewis	"Not a bet. What it actually TAKES, you know? I tried everything. No dice. And Shitcode needs to loosen up and channel her inner sexpot to try to distract him enough. She ever wear those panties I bought for you, Hotpants?" Darcy cuts in, with complete innocent seriousness. These are the REAL questions, guys!
Clint Barton	"If only it had been that easy to fix," Clint says of the fungus. His phone rings and he checks it, "Speaking of being on-call..." he mutters tucking it away again as he wolfs down his sandwich saying between swallows. "Yeah," he says to Chris. "Darce and Skye try to make it happen but so far zilch, I think they're all..." Clint coughs. "Jeeze, Darcy, no comment," he says with a laugh before he finishes his sandwich and downs his water. "Got to run, Coulson needs to seem me about something, but good to meet you Chris and fun as always Darce."
Chris Redfield	Chris nods lightly to Clint. "Yeah, I hear you. But hey, stay safe man. Good to meet you." before he looks at Darcy, raising a brow and simply laughing and shaking his head as she mentions the panties she had bought for Clint. "No comment." he shakes his head amused.
Darcy Lewis	"What? I bought them for you to look at while SHE wears them? Is that such a terrible thing?! They were even your favorite color!" Darcy gets defensive about her gifting habits as Clint gets himself ready to leave. She huffs, muttering: "See what I bring you for Christmas..." She really isn't upset, evidenced by the upward curl of her lips.
Clint Barton	"Likewise, Chirs," Clint says as he gets up to bus his tray back to the trash. The fake-huff and smile gets a snort from Clint. "I'm sure I'll be suitably horrified." Then the archer is off to dispose of his tray and head off to find Agent Coulson.
Chris Redfield	Chris simply looks between them with a bit of a smile, waving to Clint as he heads out before those eyes fall on Darcy. Just smiling at her.
Darcy Lewis	Darcy rolls her eyes at Clint before smiling fondly and turning back to Chris. Her smile stays warm and pleasant. "Ah... what an ass. I love that guy. So... while you wait for the call thing to maybe happen or not, whacha doing with yerself?" she drawls, tucking back into the last of her salad.
Chris Redfield	Chris looks to Darcy with a smile. "I can tell." he winks at her before he eats. "Well, presntly I'm not doing much. But I'm always up for something exciting." he teases her. Now the question is what context is 'exciting'?
Darcy Lewis	"Exciting, huh?" Darcy repeats as if mulling hte idea over in her head. Her lips purse before the next bite, the red of her lipstick mostly eaten off and staining the tines of her fork. She had been polite and not touched Chris' fork when she took the meat from him earlier. No sush polite was saved for her own utensil. "Well, I've got nothing planned right now except lunch," she comments finding herself sounding lame, but just living with it.
Chris Redfield	Chris smiles softly to her. "Yep." he looks her right in the eyes. "Well, guess we can do something exciting together?" he asks curiously. "I'm pretty open to ideas." his lips curve upwards with a small smile.
Darcy Lewis	Small smiles may not be in Dracy's ability as she just beams a laugh at the other agent. "Okay. What's your definition of exciting? Cause, I just had a mountain of salad, so I'd really like to avoid puking everywhere, ya feel me?"
Chris Redfield	Chris simply shrugs then. "Well, that depends. Public or private?" he asks her curiously. "If it's private, we could watch a movie or something." Was he baiting her the entire time? But of course, he never mentions what could happen DURING the movie. Otherwise, we could have a coffee or snag a bite to eat? Or..." he doesn't finish his sentence.
Darcy Lewis	"Dude? Like we just ate. How are you still hungry?" Darcy fires back, sounding oh so serious before she's grinning and considering again. "Unless this is after work hours. Dinner and a movie could be fun, because honestly, I ain't got time for a full feature length right now. And this is the Triskelion. Ain't too many places here that aren't under survaillence."
Chris Redfield	Chris smiles then to her. "Well, does your room have a television?" he asks her curiously as he rises to his feet, lowering a hand to her to help her stand up. They might be a little close but Chris is just there to help her up like a gentleman.
Darcy Lewis	Ah! It's adorbs. Darcy moves like the proper lady she most certainly is NOT, and takes the offered hand to delicately get helped to her feet. "It does, actually," she replies, smiling warmly. Him at his full height next to her, in her five inch heels, is still half a foot taller than her. She is not at all bothered by this as she just smiles up at him. "Follow me."
Chris Redfield	Chris smiles to her then, nodding a bit as she tells him about the television. Ooo! and she was tall too! but blame that on the heels. With a nod, he smiles. "Lead the way." though his hand might still be in hers if she feels like leading him that way.
Darcy Lewis	Unphased by a bit of hand-holding, Darcy leads teh way to her own personal retreat after bussing her table. Rude to just leave a dirty table when you're capable of doing it yourself. Ever the waitress. Once in her little bit of private heaven, Darcy kicks off her shoes, dropping down to the flats of her feet and losing nearly another half foot of height. "Alright. Thirty minute show. What's your poison? Personally? I've been binging Great British Baking Show."
Chris Redfield	Equally unphased by hand-holding, though blushing lightly, Chris follows Darcy's path as she leads him to her residence. Though in his defense, he helped clean off the table too. Though once they get comfortable, Chris kicks off his boots and he finds himself rather physically close to Darcy, his hand still captured by her own. "Well, hm...we could watch Great British Baking Show and laugh at everyone?" he asks her curiously as he looks her in the eyes, though his eyes also drift down to her lips. Tease.
Darcy Lewis	Lips only half as bright red as normal kick up in a defensive smirk. "Excuse me. I do not laugh at anyone but the hosts because they have the best puns," she retorts, using teh remove she keeps in a bowl by the couch to turn on the TV. She caught where he glanced, and so as she turns to manuveur through the menus to get to Her Show, Darcy smirks. "Ain't gonna make out with you over a lunch date, Redfield, but feel free to look and daydream all you like. And say thank you tomorrow if you busted a nut before bed from thinking of me. I take being fuel like that as a complement," she says, straight forward and with complete aplomb, as if she were talking about teh weather.
Chris Redfield	Chris just chuckles, shaking his head, though as she speaks, he tilts his head at her. "Sorry, but I don't do that kind of stuff." of course he means the nut-busting apparently. "But, if I have permission to look..." he purposefully leans over and checks out Darcy's rear end. nodding approvingly. But he moves to the couch to sit down, watching the TV as Darcy flips to the right channel.
Darcy Lewis	"You don't choke the chicken? Damn. There goes any hope for conversation on my expert handjob advice. New topic," Darcy replies with a laugh and a wink and giving Chris the chance to get in a good look before she settles back to watch the show. Mostly watch the show. She'd seen this one. She's seen all of them, but the info bar beneath it. But that's neither here nor there.
Chris Redfield	"Nope, sorry." Chris teases Darcy but keeps his attention on the show. A few jokes are said here and there, and he chuckles at one of them. He seems relaxed. Not nervous or even scared at all.