12537/Darts

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Darts
Date of Scene: 22 August 2022
Location: Swordfish Bar (SHIELD)
Synopsis: Darts, dating apps and mosh pits with Jessica Drew and Zinda Blake.
Cast of Characters: Jessica Drew, Zinda Blake




Jessica Drew has posed:
The tall brunette woman walks back to the mark and turns around so she can't see the board. Orienting with a quick peek over her shoulder, Jess flicks the dart with a rapid jerk of her wrist. It's the only way to keep things interesting for her.

"Hey not quite a bullseye!" the bartender laughs and returns to polishing a glass.

Jess quips in return with a heavy emphasis on her British accent, "You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, John, Thanks."

Zinda Blake has posed:
This isn't Zinda's first time in the Swordfish, although it still takes her 2 tries to enter the passcode correctly. Looking only a little flustered, the blonde makes a beeline to the bar. Zinda is wearing a flight jacket over a crisp, snug t-shirt. Go-go boots and the extra-short, pleated skirt complete the outfit.

"Hey there!" she calls out, loudly enough for everyone to hear. "What's a thirsty gal gotta do to get a beer in this joint?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Not a thing," Jess calls back with a smile, after making another shot. "You have one on me!"

The agent saunters over to the bar with a dart in her hand and lays it on the wooden counter. "John, I want you to give the finest pilot I've ever flown with whatever she wants."

Jess give Zinda a friendly nod and sits on the nearest stool, pale skin winking through the holes in her very non-regulation ripped jeans. An orange camisole and purple high tops complete her non-fashion statement. "It's my day off," she explains with a shrug, so what's a girl gonna do but hang out here, right?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Awww, thanks a bunch, sugah." comes the drawled reply. She slides onto a stool next to Jess, tucking the skirt under all lady-like. "Nothin' wrong with dressin' casual." Zinda replies.

John gets a wave. "Bring us a pitcher of draft an' a couple glasses." she calls. Leaning in, she adds. "It's my day off, too. Personally, the boys at Blackhawk sorta relax a bit more when I ain't underfoot."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"I thought they would have graduated from the stone-age, by now," she observes with a shrug, one corner of her mouth quirked wryly.

"What kind of ops have you all been running that you can talk about?" The pitcher arrives dripping condensation and two cold mugs set between them.

Jess shakes her head at the cold glass, simply saying, "Yanks and their cold beer. I get it now, it's never or it used to be never this hot in merry old England."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs at the cold beer remark. "I can order beer in 30 different languages... an' I've had plenty of practice. Warm or cold, dark or light, it all goes down good to me." She splashes some into a glass for Jess, then another for herself.

"To ops that we can talk about." she offers, lifting her mug and taking a deep drink. "Unfortunately there ain't many... that I can talk about. Might'a done a bit of -explorin- south of Argentina a little while back." She lifts a knowing brow.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jess knows better than to ask for specifics. Hands on the bar with the beer between them, she looks sideways at Zinda, saying, "Is it getting busy down that way again? I wouldn't mind going down that way. Some of the best steaks in the world and great whale watching among other things. Like good looking guys when they are not too full of themselves. I blame it on all the Italians that migrated there."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake adds a knowing smile to the mix as well. "It was sorta busy when we got there, yeah. A whole lot -less- busy when we left, though." She laughs again. "An' by south of Argentina, I mean waaaaaay SOUTH of Argentina. Where it's a bit cold for this skirt and them jeans you're wearin'." She leans in again, adding. "An' they're a bit short on Italians."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jess casts a glance at the skirt and chuffs a laugh, "Yeah, I don't see anyone out on an ice floe in that outfit."

After taking a long pull on her beer, "Want to play some darts and not tell me about what is happening with the penguins?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake tops off both mugs, leaving the pitcher on the bar as she eases off of the stool. "Sure thing. I'm better with a shotgun, but darts are a lot less messy." She gives Jess' jeans another look, then.

"Maybe I'm jus' old, but I still don't get the torn jeans everybody's wearin' these days." Of course Zinda looks no older than Jess.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Eh," looking down at herself. "A millennial holdover from grunge or upper-middle class rebellion. I have just worn the hell out of these and can't get myself to throw them away."

Eyebrows contracted into a skeptical frown, "You don't look a day over twenty-five." Which is not an exaggeration as they both look younger than their ages. Jess attributes it to spider genes for herself.

She picks up a box of darts from a nearby table and hands it to Zinda. "You first."

Zinda Blake has posed:
"See? I had you pegged for a practical gal." Zinda quips back. "And I ain't a day over 25, more or less. 'cept I took a little time skip back in '45, just after the War. Popped back in about 3 years ago. Beer hasn't changed much, but the phones sure have."

Zinda shakes her head slowly. "I missed a few fads, too. So you're gonna hafta explain about grunge and millennials." Wiping damp palms on her skirt, Zinda picks a dart from the box. There's no hesitation as she aims, cocks, and throws. Not a bullseye, but a very good throw all the same.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Laughing and shaking her head, "Can anyone explain Millennials beyond the fact they are superb whiners?" Jess gives Zinda a humorous look, "You can quote me on that and I will deny everything."

Turning her back to the target, Jess cocks the dart over her shoulder, gives the target a quick look and flicks it. Not a perfect result but close.

"Believe me, I'm not showboating. This is the only way it is interesting. Okay. Grunge is a mash up of heavy metal and punk rock."

She flashes Zinda a grin, "Don't ask, suffice it to say two types of music. I can play you some, sometime. And they dress in black and wear ripped clothing. Not nearly as interesting as skipping forward in time.. Both you, the Chief, her husband, and Dottie. Mind my asking how that came about?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Superb whiners?" Zinda chuckles at that. THIS she understands. "Okay, so ya' lost me on the heavy metal and punk rock. Gotta remember, I was dancin' to swing not real long ago."

Zinda takes her next throw, and it's also decently in the points.

"How that came about? I still ain't rightly sure. One minute I was chasin' a couple Jap Zeroes escortin' a Betty. We fly through a cloud bank. I'm hit, but I dropped two of 'em. Out the other side, I'm jumped by a couple of F-16's wearin' Jap colors."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Jesus," she murmurs under her breath. Shaking her head incredulously, she fixes Zinda with a sympathetic look tinged with an edge of humor. "How is that going for you? From the way you flew the Quinjet on the volcano island mission I'd say you have caught up with all your qualifications and then some."

Jess takes her turn, this time switching hands. "Eh," she twists her mouth at the result. "I like dancing to swing. Jitterbug. It takes real skill."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake shrugs at that. "Oh, I'm still the best stick-an'-rudder gal around. One hundred and three confirmed kills. One 'oh five, if you count that last recon. Jus' a bit slow on all this new tech, y'know?"

"You like dancin'? Tell you what, shugah. You find a place to go dancin' an' I'd love to go to one of yer metal-type concerts. Or whatever you want."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"It's a deal! Of course, I like dancing." Jess points at Zinda, grins then does a little twirl in place. "Though I'm more likely to take you to a jazz or classical concert. Metal concerts can get heavy, if you'll pardon the pun."

Rolling a dart between her fingers, she looks at Zinda quizzically, "You seem to be keeping up with tech if you can dog fight in a quinjet. We saw what you did up there. You saved our collective asses. But, never hesitate to ask about tech to any of us. We all struggle with things at times. Well, not all of us, but a lot of us."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lifts a brow, trading throws with swigs of beer. "See? Now you got me curious 'bout them metal concerts. We'll go dancin' at a nice swing place, once we find one. But I ain't opposed to gettin' a little wild." She glances around the bar, then. "Hell, if I didn't promise Nat I'd almost say we could get into a bar fight here..."

"Well for starters on the tech, somebody's gonna hafta show me about this Googlie thing. And how I can get to it on my phone."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jess throws her hand down dismissively, "Not a problem. A few more beers and you will be sailing through it. You might like it, too." With a mischievous look glinting in her green eyes, she adds, "We'll add dating apps to that, too." After an appraising look at the pilot, "Not that you need one, I'd guess, but we can call it giving you cultural references."

The smile lingers as she adds, "Next stop mosh pits. I have to look and see what's in town. Maybe we can get a few of us together and go."

Zinda Blake has posed:
<thunk!> Zinda throws again, just as Jess mentions 'dating apps'. It still hits the target, just a bit wider this time. "We're gonna add WHAT...?" she replies. Okay, maybe that's another question for her nephew Thomas. "Yeah. Cultural reference. I definitely need more of those."

Zinda's mouth twitches a little, then, as understanding starts to filter through. "Been a long time since I've had a date, much less been to a mash pit." Blue eyes brighten and she laughs. "This is gonna be excitin'!" Another drink of beer, then she asks.

"What's an app?"