14218/A Little Fat Tuesday Music Please

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A Little Fat Tuesday Music Please
Date of Scene: 22 February 2023
Location: 6C - Matt Murdock
Synopsis: After an attack on SHIELD, Daisy needs to unwind. Matt takes her out to a Mardi Gras party.
Cast of Characters: Matthew Murdock, Daisy Johnson




Matthew Murdock has posed:
It is usually a little cold outside in New York when Fat Tuesday, also known as Mardi Gras, rolls around. Probably why the city that loves parties hasn't really adopted parades or the other spectacles that one gets in New Orleans and along the Gulf Coast.

Though that doesn't mean that there aren't parties. They are just kept indoors. Tonight, Daisy and Matt arrive at one. It took a little hunting to find a local store that carried beads and other purple, green and gold items to wear. Kept them from having to send more money to LexCorp Online Marketplace by buying local.

"Now I realize that the tradition is for ladies to earn beads," Matt comments to Daisy. "Just remember that I don't get the enjoyment of seeing it happen," he tells her teasingly as they walk up to the hotel that the party is being held in. Signs point the way to the ballroom.

The music can be heard before they quite reach it. There are people inside, talking, dancing, laughing, and of course drinking. The attire ranges across the gamut from normal clothing to quite revealing outfits like someone might see in a Mardi Gras or Carnival parade.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It had been a tense few days with the news that the SHIELD headquarters had been attacked. Daisy had been there but she hadn't really talked much on what had happened though it had hit her hard considering the loss of life that had happened. For no matter if dying in the line of duty was something a SHIELD Agent needed to be ready for it didn't mean Daisy didn't feel those deaths.

So when the opportunity to go to Mardi Gras had come up? Daisy had embraced the opportunity. She needed this. Putting her mind away from things.

"I thought these happened in New Orleans, not out here.." she was all dressed up for it now in a myriad of purple and gold with even a little bell ringing every time she walked. You know, for Matt's benefit so he'd know every time she moved that top! At his words she laughs softly. "Well, but you get the enjoyment of *feeling* it." she points out.

"Ooooh, some people here are really daring.." she says with a mix of surprise but also approval.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"I'm not sure if 'feeling them' is a normal part of the celebration," Matt says with a laugh. "I bet even if I had my cane I'd probably not be believed half the time. And the other half they'd probably say ok. Because, Mardi Gras," he tells her with another chuckle.

The scents and the sounds and the sound of the crowd are a strong assault on Matt's senses. He's used to filtering such out, but this kind of environment is still more difficult for him, though he doesn't let it show. He's let Daisy choose his attire for the evening, a sweatshirt with a Mardi Gras mask on it, and a number of beads of various colors including the Mardi Gras theme colors around his neck.

"Well, it's too cold for this kind of wildness outdoors at a parade," he agrees. "But Catholics are everywhere," says the good Catholic. Matt slips an arm about Daisy's waist and says, "What's first, drinks?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Maybe I should had been the one bringing the cane." Daisy points out while Matt is talking about Mardi Gras, "To keep the hussies away from you!" she then letting out a good natured laugh. A good laugh. Better than the ones from the last few days at least.

Daisy came masked as well, a domino mask with feather atop it. A bit flamboyant but that's what Mardi Gras was about. The rest was a top that was tight to her body along with all those decorations that mark it being a Mardi Gras celebration, purple and gold. To finish? A pair of flared-down jeans. Very 80s.

"Now, we need to collect beads..." She narrows her eyes, "And while we should start going on the prowl I agree. Drinks first." it's good to lower those inhibitions after all. Not that Daisy was the wilting flower. Quite the contrary.

"Are you going to be a good Catholic tonight, Matt?" Such a loaded question.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt stops Daisy from moving them towards the bar, his hands on her hips turning her to face him. "The better question is whether you're going to be a good Mardi Gras goer," he tells her as he leans close. He nuzzles a kiss where her cheek is exposed beneath the mask and then brings his ears to her lip. "If you want to earn beads the old fashioned way I'm ok with it. I'll just find ways for you to make it up to me later tonight," he says, his arms tightening around the young woman he loves for a moment before letting her go.

"Smells like they are serving hurricanes," he tells her. "Did I ever mention that Foggy and I went down to New Orleans for this during college? I think he's probably got pictures still," he tells Daisy, keeping a hand about her shapely hip as she leads them through the crowd towards the bar. "They are tasty. We spent the start of an evening at Pat O'briens and the rest of the night got a bit a hazy after that."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Now you are just deflecting..." Daisy says in a mischievous manner when Matt doesn't actually answer and makes that question in return. But unlike Matt she does ANSWER. In a low whisper. "You know I am always a good girl." is she? Returning the kiss as their lips meet briefly and she rests against her man for a few moments.

"And you are saying there's a old fashioned way and a new way? How does that go?" Inquiring minds want to know!

"You and Foggy on a New Orleans adventure? You never told me about that..." Pictures though? "I am totally going to ask him about those photos. Probably after I buy him a good lunch." the way to every man's heart. Food!

"Couple of hurricanes for us." She tells the person serving drinks.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt Murdock's lips smile in return as Daisy plays innocent about the difference between buying beads and earning them from the men in attendance. "Well, it was sort of like Las Vegas. What happened in New Orleans stayed in New Orleans. Ah, except for him telling everyone. He never really grasped that whole aspect of trips like that," Matt tells her with another grin.

Matt's hand slides over Daisy's hip, a bit more PDA than he usually shows in public with her. Maybe it's the mood of the crowd or maybe he just likes that outfit on her and wants to feel more of it.

The bartender serves up the fruit cocktail drinks. Rum and passion fruit juice are the main ingredients, with some orange juice, grenadine and lime juice contributing lesser amounts to the flavor. These are liquid ones given people have been coming in from the cold outside, though blended are also an option.

Matt takes the drink and takes a long sip. "Oh yes, won't take long for these to have an effect," he says of the strong rum in the drink, though most people might find the other fruit juices cover it pretty well.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Well, I am a spy. I won't be satisfied until I have all the answers." Oh no. Now Daisy is really going to be poking at Foggy about it! Poor Matt.. Though there -is- a teasing touch to her tone which may make it 50/50. Who knows? "I am glad you had a good friend like him on those years."

Daisy certainly doesn't seem to mind the touching, even leaning against Matt so he can feel more of her. It's a celebration right? And so she celebrates, taking the drink and having a hearty swig from it. "Fruity. Does it really have that much alcohol?" she's one of the moogles that can't really feel alcohol like Matt does with those sharp senses, "I suppose that's always been the trick with these.."

"Now, shall we join the dancers?"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"Mmm hmm," Matt replies non-verbally, and takes another sip of his hurricane and concentrates on the taste a bit. "I'd say each drink is about three and a half shots of rum, maybe four," he tells her. "O'Doull's. Not what I'd choose to get but not the worst," he says, identifying the brand though most people would struggle to even identify it is rum. Matt has quite the discriminating palette, likely among the most discriminating in the world. Of course he can't always afford to get what he'd prefer. Especially given they drink at Rosie's.

He isn't being shy about imbibing his drink though. Before long he's ready to set the empty glass aside. "I thought you'd never ask," he says with a smile about dancing. He walks out with Daisy on the crowded dance floor. It's almost impossible not to bump other people now and then, though most everyone is in an uninhibited state to where they don't mind. And indeed people seem to be meeting up as dance partners come and go.

Matt begins dancing close against Daisy. Something a bit more akin to Dirty Dancing than a good proper Catholic dance hall's dancing. Giving Daisy her answer possibly!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Show off.." Daisy teases Matt when he goes on about what the drinks actually have. And even the brand. Total show off! She does laugh though, taking another good swig from the drink and accompanying Matt on it even if she doesn't have the kind of build he has to resist inebriation. Though she has a lot of SHIELD training in getting into shape, maybe that will help. At least for a time. "Rosie will be jealous we are drinking off-site."

Glasses are set aside and then they are off to the dance floor. Bumps. Touches. Most with Matt but she can feel the people around sometimes bumping in too. It's crowded, myriad of sounds and scents all about the duo as they keep together. Her voice is like a siren's call to keep Matt centered though.

"Glad you invited me for one of these. I was needing it." She admits, her own moves not very Catholic either. Sister Margaret never liked her because of that!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The music has a deep, pounding beat that does its best to work its way inside. Slipping through paths lubricated by the New Orleans famous intoxicant. The energy of the crowd is similarly infectious. This is a place for letting go, for forgetting and reveling in the moment. In the touch of another body against one's own, the feeling of strong arms or the brush of feminine curves.

Matt dances close against Daisy, a hand on her lower back keeping their bodies in close contact. His lips nuzzle against her ear, kissing just behind it before he guides her to dip back, the hand on her lower back supporting her as the people behind her given a glimpse of what her tight and low-cut top reveals.

Then straightened back up against him, both arms about her now as his lips find her. Tasting the sweetness of the passionfruit on Daisy's lips. The rest of the world, all of their cares and worries, can drift away as the pair move together to the music, amidst the swirling dance of bodies.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
When Daisy gets dipped there's a brief sound of surprise out of the hacker, eyes a touch wide as her back gets bent, displaying some of that suppleness and agility. And a lot more for the casual observer! "I want some beads for that.." she calls out, even if it's mostly lost in the loud sound on the dance track. She laughs out then, free of worries as they get back straight and her arms go around Matt's neck.

The kiss is shared and she feels it then. The worries getting pushed away until all there is only the two of them. She sighs, bodies together in dance .., and more.

So much more as the night's spirit takes over.