Owner	Pose
Arsenal	When you're Roy Harper, and you've spent quite a bit of time under the radar, he comes out for the first time in a long time to one of the bars in Manhattan, more akin to an Irish Pub than anything else, but with the usual New Yorker twist. There's a dance floor that looks pretty populated. Roy sucks at dancing. So instead, he wears a black jacket with jeans and some combat boots, with a red shirt underneath. His redhead hair has gone shoulder-length with the gentle caress of a beard touching his face. He's apparently trying out some Guinnes once again, sipping away at it as he seems to just relax. Alone, but likely not for long.
Cheshire	After business hours the Manhattan pubs flood with the white-collar working class. Most are intent on beating rush hour by waiting it out. And enjoying a drink or four in the process. So like clockwork, the nice little Irish Pub receives a slow invasion of expensive suits as the business set filters in to let their hair down. The woman has somewhat exotic features that suggest eurasian origin. Tailored Armani suit, tight hair bun, and amber-lensed glasses for computer usage. Yeah, probably some lawyer or accountant, judging by the Italian attache. She's still wearing her 'game face' as she steps up to the bar. "Whiskey. Neat. Something from the top shelf." And only then does she look over at the guy with the long red hair.
Arsenal	Well, Roy wasn't expecting to see what was both the bane of his existence and reason for joy in his life. He turned his head ever so softly, looking to the white-collar looking woman and knowing exactly who she is before she even noticed him...or did she know he was there the entire time? She knew how to find him, when she wanted to. Roy locks eyes with her, sipping his drink and sighing lightly, though a smirk does touch his features. The woman who gave him so much joy and sadness, the most dysfunctional on-again off-again relationship he's ever been in. He doesn't greet her. His eyes do that well enough.
Cheshire	Jade glances past him at first, checking out the rest of the bar before peering over those amber lenses directly at him. Coral-tinted lips pull back into a knowing smile just as the light wash of her signature French perfume filters over. It's the kind of scent that a man doesn't just forget. Adding as sort of a byline to the bartender, she jerks her thumb towards Roy and offers. "Oh, and put whatever swill the gentleman is drinking on my tab." Easing up onto a bar stool beside him, she casually sets down the expensive attache. There's probably enough in that innocent-looking bag to clear a full city block. Waiting another moment, she asks. "Coincidence running into you here."
Arsenal	Roy knows that scent better than anybody. Ohhh she wants to pay for his drinks? Well, that's one way to try and get Roy on your good side. More often than not it works, but as Jade moves next to him, Roy turns his body half-way towards her to look at her. "With you, almost nothing is coincidence." He smiles to her, even reaches to touch her fingers with his own. "You look great."
Cheshire	Jade mets his smile, meeting his reaching fingers with her own, manicured nails. Facing him more directly as well, she lets her gaze roam and replies. "That's an interesting look on you. Have you lost your razor?" She almost makes it sound endearing. "Are you in town for long? We really should have dinner sometime. Soon. I'm here on business, but I expect my calendar should be clear next week."
Arsenal	Fingers graze more onto her hand after Roy notices the simple but gentle touch was allowed, and his eyes roam over hers. "Looks like you found your closet." Roy returns without even answering the question, more humorous than an actual question. "I am. Probably for the entirety of the foreseeable future." Roy even takes off his hat to show her his full face. The Red Bowman taking a breath. "Guess we're having a date."
Cheshire	She smiles at that, rolling her wrist while keeping her gaze locked on his own. "I'm a little surprised that you recognized me with clothes on." she quips back, voice a bit lower. "And thank you for asking! I was hoping you might." Which is, of course, why she bought drinks. So that he could buy dinner. "I'm staying at the Plaza Hotel. Pick an evening next week and just leave a message with the front desk. It's under Miss Green, my maiden name." Jade knows that he'll follow her, of course, so she takes some of the suspense out.
Arsenal	Roy chuckles. "Just because I know your every curve like the back of my hand." because experience "Doesn't mean I can't recognize you even with clothes on." he winks at her, voice soft as hers, but he nods. "Plaza Hotel. Got it. Are we eating out or...are we eating in your room?" Roy, same womanizing flirt as always.
Cheshire	Jade chuckles softly, but the humor doesn't quite reach her eyes. "You never fail to surprise me with your astuteness." she quips back. "No to room service. Yes to clothing. I will choose the restaurant, and you will be buying." And then she will pitch her business offer. He knows it's coming. Jade wouldn't come all the way to New York City to find him unless there was a really good reason.
Arsenal	"and you never fail to be straightforward." Roy rolls his eyes amusedly, but he knew the kick was coming. The 'but first' or 'I need help' that usually comes after Jade butters Roy up enough. It's just one of those days, after all. "So...why are you //really// here, Jade?"
Cheshire	Jade takes a deep sip of her whiskey. "That's not suitable discussion for the rush-hour crowd, Roy." she replies softly. "But I will say that I've missed working with you." At least it's not 'working against you'. They've done that a few times as well. "No tie required, but wear a jacket. And bring an open mind."