13943/Just Another Job

Just Another Job
Date of Scene:	23 January 2023
Location:	A hotel bar somewhere on the East Coast.
Synopsis:	Zinda and Cecily meet to discuss a job
Cast of Characters:	Zinda Blake, Cecily Winters

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Zinda Blake has posed:
The text jogged Zinda's memory, although it wasn't really a surprise. Ms. Winters worked for the Avengers, and Blake Aviation did contract work for the Avengers, as well. Once she figured out how to return the text, Zinda is waiting in the hotel bar for her contact to arrive.

Since it's business, she's still nursing her second beer. Zinda's attire is downplayed as well, with jeans, boots, leather jacket and white t-shirt.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    As usual, the fox shows up in her normal attire. That is to say, not a hair or a fluff out of place, looking like office lady meets contract killer. Clean lines, clean clothes. Skirt, vest, blouse, stockings, shoes, gloves, and holster. One could hardly imagine she was full of holes and soaked in blood about a week prior.

    The sound of those flat shoes on the black marble floor of the hotel bar can be heard easily as they grow nearer and nearer to Zinda. "Lady Blackhawk," comes the warm voice of the vixen to properly announce her presence.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake is half-watching the door and sees the vixen when she first enters. But she waits until the other woman grows closer to turn and actually -look-. Lifting her beer, Zinda replies. "Ms. Winters. It's been a while." She doesn't reference their last job, of course. As Zinda turns, a practiced eye can make out the double-holster rig under her jacket. "So are we drinkin' to something, or was this more a business visit?"

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "A little of both, I think. Always happy to see you," Cecily states kindly, nodding as she moves to take up a seat next to Zinda. "Perhaps drinking to my health, and yours," she states with a sardonic chuckle directly mostly at her own health. "And a bit of related business. All things considered, though, I'm pleased to see you healthy. And who's to say I won't need a high-risk high-profile ride in a helicopter in the future...?"

    She lays a credit card on the bartop and flags the bartender down and orders up a rum Roy Rogers to drink. "For now, though, I am pleased to see you in good health and presumably good spirits?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's expression warms as well and she nods. "Same here, Honey." How quickly things go from formal to casual. "Your good health, then." she agrees, raising her beer. "An' a high-risk ride is only a call away. Y'all know that."

After taking a deeper drink of beer, Zinda replies. "Good health, definitely. Good spirits? Well let's say the night is still young."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    The fox takes her glass when it arrives and lifts it slowly before taking a healthy drink of it. The cherries are saved for later, at the moment. "Well, there's no telling just how risky it is just yet... but we can sort out the paperwork and the hazard pay later, mm?" she offers with a small, lopsided smile. "Or how soon it'll be.." she sighs. "..lots of.. investigating to do. Hard to pull off when I'm bleeding in a hotel room.." she grumps and swirls her glass before taking another drink.

    The fox's ears are laying flat for a moment, pinned back with agitation. But she swallows and puts down the glass, focusing her attention on what's in front of her, not what's past. "Hopefully good spirits. Well, I can say for certain that the drink is good, as a start. But what have you been up to?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lifts a brow at that. "Well y'all look pretty good for someone that's bleeding in a hotel room." she quips back. "Then again, you ain't the first person I've met who heals real fast. Whenever you can, jus' gimme the briefing and I'll pick out the best bird for the job."

Zinda swivels her chair around, then, resting one boot on the lower rung of the adjacent stool. "Oh, a little pick up job. Nothin' too serious, though." Alien technology, a shoot-out on the loading dock. Just another, normal day.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily laughs, soft and warm. "...should've seen the other guy..." she winks. "...or the hotel room..." she grimaces. "Quick healing helps, but getting beat up still hurts..." she swirls her glass once more then plucks one of the cherries out of it to chomp on briefly. "Mmh, probably a gunship of some sort. Or at least a UH-60 with a side gun. You haven't run into any.. weird VIPs or bodyguards yourself on air runs, have you?"

    She turns to focus directly on Zinda, nodding about the most recent job. Of course, she isn't exactly privy to that particular action report, and is really just assuming Zinda played delivery girl for some visiting diplomat or some fancy suit.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake shakes her head slowly at the question. "Nothing out of the ordinary, really." she replies. "And if y'all need a gunship, I'll get us a gunship. Blackhawk or maybe a Eurocopter. Both are fast and can carry more than a few folks." She looks around the bar, then, spotting that they aren't alone. "But maybe we oughta take this conversation someplace else. Too many ears an' this place is kinda quiet."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily's ears prick up and she glances around, tails wiggling some. "That's probably for the best," she states before finishing her drink and tapping her card on the bar. "I'll get yours, too, if you didn't already pay," she says with a smile. All that remains is to finish her cherries and pick up the tab, hers or both of theirs. "I don't have anyone else I can rely on for that kind of ... assistance. And this matter has been a thorn in my side for far, far too long."