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[(continuing from here.)
It's okay. The host gives Tim a suspicious look and Kate shoots back one that can only be described as venomous. Tim takes a while to come back, enough time for their server to come over and drop off a basket of tortilla chips and ramekins of way too many different types of salsa.
He looks a million times better when he plops down across from her, and she grins, propping her chin up on her hand.]
Don't be boring, Tim. Cal. You know what they call the basic taco here? "Gringo."
[She nudges the basket of chips at him.]
The green salsa is the best. Try it.
It's okay. The host gives Tim a suspicious look and Kate shoots back one that can only be described as venomous. Tim takes a while to come back, enough time for their server to come over and drop off a basket of tortilla chips and ramekins of way too many different types of salsa.
He looks a million times better when he plops down across from her, and she grins, propping her chin up on her hand.]
Don't be boring, Tim. Cal. You know what they call the basic taco here? "Gringo."
[She nudges the basket of chips at him.]
The green salsa is the best. Try it.
Did you bring me here to try my taste, or to protect my dignity as previously advertised? I speak Spanish, I'm very white, your jokes aren't funny, Jessie. [The green salsa is...okay, it's good though. He tries it first, then starts a scientific trail around the bowls to get a real opinion.] I'm not that boring. Embarrassing, I'll take embarrassing over boring.
[Too much salsa on too big of a chip shuts him up for a few seconds to chew, to watch her from under his brow.] Mm--are you...you're probably bored.
[Too much salsa on too big of a chip shuts him up for a few seconds to chew, to watch her from under his brow.] Mm--are you...you're probably bored.
My jokes are always funny. [She shoots back, punctuating her point by stabbing a chip in his direction. His very wrong opinion about the green salsa is okay with her, because it means that she can monopolize it for herself.
Kate isn't bored at all, actually, so when he says that she must be, her eyebrows go straight up. It completely catches her off guard, and she kicks him lightly under the table as she finishes chewing.]
I am not bored.
[That's definite incredulity in her voice.]
I'm protecting your dignity and having fun all at once. Multitasking. It's a thing.
Kate isn't bored at all, actually, so when he says that she must be, her eyebrows go straight up. It completely catches her off guard, and she kicks him lightly under the table as she finishes chewing.]
I am not bored.
[That's definite incredulity in her voice.]
I'm protecting your dignity and having fun all at once. Multitasking. It's a thing.
Tchyeah, I'm aware of multitasking, okay? [He kicks back, but his heart's not in it and...his aim isnt great.] Just--also aware of your like--unique position. In the seat of judgment. If you want it. There's a crown. A sceptre. Tacos, apparently, the whole shebang.
Don't be an asshole. Why would I judge you?
[She was right there with you, Tim! Just less drunk.]
The deal was no puking on me, which you delivered on. I'm gonna request that you not be almost falling over next time you try to kiss me, but I'll let it slide this time.
[Partially teasing, but also kind of not.]
[She was right there with you, Tim! Just less drunk.]
The deal was no puking on me, which you delivered on. I'm gonna request that you not be almost falling over next time you try to kiss me, but I'll let it slide this time.
[Partially teasing, but also kind of not.]
[this time next time his eyebrows go way up but he keeps from smirking because there's a waitress asking about drinks and he needs water, water, water, and oh coffee, thanks.] I would be judging. [He goes on once the order is in.] But I guess I'm not as gracious as some. But...how many of these things can you eat? The burden of disproof really falls on you, how can I impress without a benchmark?
[Kate gets one of those fancy Mexican sodas that taste like strawberry-pineapple-mango-whatever, and then rolls her eyes at him, a smile just tugging at the corners of her lips.]
If I'm ever completely wasted and I need a dance partner, I'll make sure I don't call you.
[She scans the obnoxiously colorful menu for a second before continuing.]
And need I remind you which of us was the one bragging about having a black hole for a stomach?
If I'm ever completely wasted and I need a dance partner, I'll make sure I don't call you.
[She scans the obnoxiously colorful menu for a second before continuing.]
And need I remind you which of us was the one bragging about having a black hole for a stomach?
Edited 2016-10-09 06:02 (UTC)
lmao i kind of ACTUALLY H8 WRITING EATING do you mind if we fast-forward over this monumental meal?
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2016-10-11 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He grimaces exaggeratedly at the menu.] Me, that was me. Fine--
[It's part because he can't read the thing, part because what he can read he can't decide, and part because he loves the idea of the challenge--he folds his menu closed and slides it towards her elbows.] So try me. You order, I'll show you the way we do it in fuckin GC.
[Starting with slamming the two waters the waitress brings (I asked for like eight waters, can you just leave the pitcher? The coffee pitcher too--) and half his coffee black. Let's go.]
[It's part because he can't read the thing, part because what he can read he can't decide, and part because he loves the idea of the challenge--he folds his menu closed and slides it towards her elbows.] So try me. You order, I'll show you the way we do it in fuckin GC.
[Starting with slamming the two waters the waitress brings (I asked for like eight waters, can you just leave the pitcher? The coffee pitcher too--) and half his coffee black. Let's go.]
[He might regret having her order for him, and his first hint is probably the way she smirks at him when he slides the menu towards her. Kate is definitely going to try to ruin his life with this, so she orders approximately a billion tacos—curry, mango tilapia, veggie, lobster, carnitas, even one with alligator in it, just to see if he'll eat it, and then asks the waitress to bring extra rice and refried beans. Oh, and those plantain chips, too!
When the food comes, it's practically a mountain, and Kate takes her much more modest plate and digs in. And she watches, with growing disbelief, as Tim totally puts all of it away. "Black hole" is probably a mild description for his stomach, she decides, and after she finishes all four of her tacos, she just props her chin up on her hands and enjoys the show. Enjoys? It's almost intimidating.]
Jesus, Drake. If you explode I'm not scraping you off the walls.
When the food comes, it's practically a mountain, and Kate takes her much more modest plate and digs in. And she watches, with growing disbelief, as Tim totally puts all of it away. "Black hole" is probably a mild description for his stomach, she decides, and after she finishes all four of her tacos, she just props her chin up on her hands and enjoys the show. Enjoys? It's almost intimidating.]
Jesus, Drake. If you explode I'm not scraping you off the walls.
No exploding, no hurling. [He recites and slouches into the booth as he pushes a last plate away. His feet hook up on her seat to the left, arms stretch up toward the hanging light.] Can't believe you'd doubt me. Can't believe you had to include the rice...
God, one more cup of coffee. Please. [Hands clap over his face--then fingers split so he can peek through at her, eyes almost level with the table.] ...You're a little impressed, though. Right?
God, one more cup of coffee. Please. [Hands clap over his face--then fingers split so he can peek through at her, eyes almost level with the table.] ...You're a little impressed, though. Right?
[It's a hilarious picture, Tim all slouched down and peeking at her through his fingers while about seven empty plates litter the table in front of him, and she can't help but burst out laughing. Kate pats one of his legs in a gesture that's comforting or maybe just placating.]
Super impressed.
[And here's the waitress with more coffee! She looks pretty dumbfounded as she takes the plates away, so job well done, Tim.]
I think you deserve a prize for that, I just don't know what.
Super impressed.
[And here's the waitress with more coffee! She looks pretty dumbfounded as she takes the plates away, so job well done, Tim.]
I think you deserve a prize for that, I just don't know what.
[His grin is lazy as he takes the filled mug and nurses it against his chest.] Um. I'll a promise you won't blackmail me with this shit. Or delete your number from my system when I go to the bathroom. You're pretty good at this damage control thing, you know.
So you mean you're a good dancer. [His ankles cross, one foot tapping her leg.] Next time--next time, I'll have better control of my faculties. Or we could be like--equal levels out of control.
Does anyone actually like tequila? How long are you in town, anyway?
[Only a week. Even pleasantly glazed as he is, post-liquor and post-meal and pre-sleep shift at this point, there's not a really positive outlook on that. Tim's hands lace together, hooking over her ankles as he chews at his lip.] ...yeah. Yeah, not--I'm gonna have to IOU on taking you out but.
[Just this kind of was his night off, and now it's starting to feel like he wasted it.]
Why don't-- [Sneaker taps at her side, thumb taps against her leg, brows bend like this takes a lot of thought.] --I mean, why don't you hang out tonight? Like--we're hanging out but I have a nice place, there's this--I just bought new coffee filters.
[Just this kind of was his night off, and now it's starting to feel like he wasted it.]
Why don't-- [Sneaker taps at her side, thumb taps against her leg, brows bend like this takes a lot of thought.] --I mean, why don't you hang out tonight? Like--we're hanging out but I have a nice place, there's this--I just bought new coffee filters.
[Kate studies him for a moment, as though this is taking a bit of thought for her, too, but then he uses that stupid coffee filter line and her lips quirk up into a smile as she relaxes.]
Sure, okay. Show me your coffee filters.
[She shifts a little, playing with the straw in her now empty water.]
If you're busy this week, we could always do hero stuff sometime too. Later, I mean.
[Does that sound desperate? That probably sounds a little desperate. Good job, Kate.]
Sure, okay. Show me your coffee filters.
[She shifts a little, playing with the straw in her now empty water.]
If you're busy this week, we could always do hero stuff sometime too. Later, I mean.
[Does that sound desperate? That probably sounds a little desperate. Good job, Kate.]
[So Kate, being Kate, totally has a key to Clint's apartment, and she totally lets herself in whenever she wants. Today, she's got Lucky at her heels, and she figures Clint is out Avengering, but she can just wait for him to get back and drink all of his coffee while she does. She swings open the door, and she's taking off her helmet as she enters the living room when she sees... orange. And wings.
Kate jumps, nearly dropping the helmet as she does.]
Who the hell are you?
[Eloquent. She's not reacting more violently because he's just lounging on the couch, and Lucky, being Lucky, is bounding over, tail wagging so hard it's a blur.]
Kate jumps, nearly dropping the helmet as she does.]
Who the hell are you?
[Eloquent. She's not reacting more violently because he's just lounging on the couch, and Lucky, being Lucky, is bounding over, tail wagging so hard it's a blur.]
[Davesprite is sat on the couch with all the casualness of someone who belongs there, who was invited, who might as well live there. He's got a 3DS in his hands, gentle background music filtering up from what he's playing on it. Even a four year old handheld is a novelty to him after the dry, distant year of 2009. Clint was kind enough to gift him it so he'd have something to do why they figure out what they're going to do with him, and what in general with the knowledge of all that happened in Norfinbury.]
[He's only been here a day or two. Clean and warm and in a shirt a size too big, he still carries the look of someone who hasn't been eating enough on the regular. But that's probably less important than the color, the feathers, or the tail draping off the cushions.]
[He looks up as the door opens, but it's the unfamiliar face that makes him stare behind the shades. Lucky by contrast gets a scaly bird hand to sniff, and gentle ear scritches if he'll take them. He had practice with Dug.]
Clint's new roomie. Just moved in from Texas by way of Alaska, and that guy's got a dad streak 10 miles long. Poor little orphan bird got nowhere to stay, free to a good home, will work for AJ.
[He caws at her once, like she needs it after the wings.]
So who are you? I knew Clint was giving room and board to strange chicks, but I didn't know he gave the key out to strange chicks.
[In honesty, he is more concerned on the inside. But he trusts Clint can handle this, and doubts he'd really give the key to someone who doesn't deserve it, or that a teenage girl would mean him too much harm. She's got the manner of someone familiar with the place. He doubts a burglar would come with a friendly dog.]
[He's only been here a day or two. Clean and warm and in a shirt a size too big, he still carries the look of someone who hasn't been eating enough on the regular. But that's probably less important than the color, the feathers, or the tail draping off the cushions.]
[He looks up as the door opens, but it's the unfamiliar face that makes him stare behind the shades. Lucky by contrast gets a scaly bird hand to sniff, and gentle ear scritches if he'll take them. He had practice with Dug.]
Clint's new roomie. Just moved in from Texas by way of Alaska, and that guy's got a dad streak 10 miles long. Poor little orphan bird got nowhere to stay, free to a good home, will work for AJ.
[He caws at her once, like she needs it after the wings.]
So who are you? I knew Clint was giving room and board to strange chicks, but I didn't know he gave the key out to strange chicks.
[In honesty, he is more concerned on the inside. But he trusts Clint can handle this, and doubts he'd really give the key to someone who doesn't deserve it, or that a teenage girl would mean him too much harm. She's got the manner of someone familiar with the place. He doubts a burglar would come with a friendly dog.]
[Lucky is all about this new bird friend, and he's licking Davesprite's hand. Kate, however, looks much less impressed, and she tucks her helmet under her arm and plants her other hand on her hip, studying him.
Okay, so she knows the basics about the whole Norfinbury thing, but Clint is Clint, so he didn't exactly get into detail. If the massive weight loss wasn't enough of a hint, though, the shift in Clint's mood would cinch it, so Kate is very aware Norfinbury sucked, even if she doesn't know the nitty gritty of what happened. So. Clint brought a friend back. It's not like that's strange or out of character for him, especially when said friend is a kid.
Davesprite caws and, to Kate's credit, she doesn't flinch.]
Kate Bishop. You didn't answer my question. What's your name?
[Because Clint didn't tell her anything about this! Fucking Clint!]
Okay, so she knows the basics about the whole Norfinbury thing, but Clint is Clint, so he didn't exactly get into detail. If the massive weight loss wasn't enough of a hint, though, the shift in Clint's mood would cinch it, so Kate is very aware Norfinbury sucked, even if she doesn't know the nitty gritty of what happened. So. Clint brought a friend back. It's not like that's strange or out of character for him, especially when said friend is a kid.
Davesprite caws and, to Kate's credit, she doesn't flinch.]
Kate Bishop. You didn't answer my question. What's your name?
[Because Clint didn't tell her anything about this! Fucking Clint!]
[Davesprite's weird bird hand tastes astonishingly like weird bird hand. It is a whole novel experience to be had for Lucky, surely, and Davesprite puts up with it without fuss.]
[But Kate—Kate—he's heard Kate, and—purple. He'd snap his fingers if they weren't tangled with Lucky's overly friendly tongue.]
Oh, shit, he told me about you. You're the other Hawkeye, right? What is with you guys and purple?
[It's not an answer, though, and he knows it.]
I'm Davesprite, but he's gonna noogie me into the cushions and out the back if I don't say Dave Strider. DS if you want a nickname. Pretty sure I don't legally exist yet.
[But Kate—Kate—he's heard Kate, and—purple. He'd snap his fingers if they weren't tangled with Lucky's overly friendly tongue.]
Oh, shit, he told me about you. You're the other Hawkeye, right? What is with you guys and purple?
[It's not an answer, though, and he knows it.]
I'm Davesprite, but he's gonna noogie me into the cushions and out the back if I don't say Dave Strider. DS if you want a nickname. Pretty sure I don't legally exist yet.
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