10111/A Sunday on Midgard

A Sunday on Midgard
Date of Scene:	13 February 2022
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Thor and Brunnhilde head to Jimmy's for the Superbowl Party! To Victory!
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Brunnhilde

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Thor has posed:
It was cold outside although it was a sunny, bright day on Midgard in the City of New York. Not that the Prince of Asgard would notice the chill. After all, Thor Odinson had fought Frost Giants and Ymir himself on the plains of Ice in Jotunheim!

Arriving through the doors of the Asgardian Embassy, Thor tosses his fur lined cloak at the nearest table, and with a boistrous voice announcing his presence, says, "Thor is here! I have heard this is Amazing Bowl Weekend on Midgard, and I am looking forward to mead, ale, chicken wings, and hot sauce!"

A pause. "Oh, and these "Nachos" I have heard are smothered in cheese! Here is to the Tigers of Bengal! Where is the mystical portal we shall observe this gladiatorial combat!?!"

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde has been avoiding the Embassy, running from Valkyrior responsibilities and those who know her. But the siren call of alcohol and nachos and bonding while cheering on the valiant struggle of two peoples locked in a battle for supremacy is too much to resist. And her favorite dive-y sports bar is just around the corner.

She raises an eyebrow at the boisterous arrival Thor Odinson. But of course she should have expected he too could not resist the bloodlust of sport.

"The game'll be on at Jimmy's," she says aloud to no one in particular. But she gestures to the door with a nod of her head. It's as much of an invitation as he's going to get.

Thor has posed:
At the sound of his voice, the Embassy staff leap to satisfy the Prince. This is not the first "rodeo" when Thor arrives for food, drink, and entertainment. The Ambassador himself waves towards the room laid out for the Prince's wishes, as though they knew this was going to happen! Clapping the man on the back in comraderie, Thor says, "Thank you my friend!"

That was when Thor hears a very familiar voice!

"Brunnhilde! I am honoured to see you once again! What say you? Jimmy's! Indeed! Verily, we could visit that establishment, if you desire! It may be more fun to share that experience with these Midgardians. After all, they know the lore behind this Conflict we are to witness!"

At those words, the staff look suddenly relieved, although Thor does not really notice.

Brunnhilde has posed:
So much for hiding from the royal family. But watching a football game with Thor isn't the same as taking up her oath again. So...

"First round's on me."

The hardwood floor of Jimmy's is stained with the spilled booze and blood of decades of bar fights. The walls are decorated with boxing memorabilia. The beer is cheap. The patrons are loud. And the bar is packed.

Brunnhilde nods at the bartender. And a glass magically appears before her. She nods her head at Thor. And a second glass appears next to the first. "Thanks, Jimmy."

Thor has posed:
"Excellent!" Leaving behind the Embassy, Thor follows Valkyrie to where she was going. Arriving at Jimmy's Thor instantly makes himself at home. "This is a celebration! You were right Brunnhilde, this place is "rocking"." Thor says that, semi-unsure if that was the right term or not.

Moving to the bar, Thor watches as the glasses "mystically" appear in front of them. "Outstanding!" Downing the first mug almost instantly, Thor wipes his chin with the back of his not-holding-the-glass hand, grins, and says, "Not bad. Jimmy is it? Keep them coming, and start a tab for Thor of Asgard!"

Thor puts the glass down, resisting smashing it on the floor, and grins. He looks at Jimmy, and says, "A round for everyone in the bar! On me! Huzzah! Go Tigers of Bengal!"

Brunnhilde has posed:
The ex-valkyrie has never managed to drink Jimmy's dry. But maybe today's the day. The crowd roars approval as Thor calls for a round. The tab will surely be astronomical. That's never stopped Brunnhilde before. As long as Jimmy's is still standing by the end of the night, -- mostly, -- she's sure it will all work itself out. More or less.

While she's still at the bar, before the press of the crowd coming for free drinks tries to squeeze her out, she orders wings and nachos and pizza. A veritable feast. Or at least a starter course.

Thor has posed:
As Thor downs another mug og...whatever alcohol it was...the crowd goes back to waiting for the game to start. Thor leans back against the bar, and munches on some unknown nuts in a bowl that was pushed towards him.

Watching as Brunnhilde orders the food to go with the drink, Thor simply smiles, nods his approval, and raises his glass towards her.

"This was a great idea! Cheers my friend!" Picking up his third mug from the bar, Thor gazes into the crowd, and the flickering large screens on the walls. "I welcome your company Brunnhilde. Never forget that. We are warriors, we have shed blood in battle to protect our people, and that is all I will say."
With that Thor grins and adds, "Now, enough of that! To victory!"

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde cannot help but smile. "To victory!" She raises her glass in salute.