16680/These Boots Are Made for Walking

These Boots Are Made for Walking
Date of Scene:	26 December 2023
Location:	Garment District
Synopsis:	Eddie and Inez banter about fashion and the holidays while making future plans to hang out
Cast of Characters:	Eddie Brock, Inez Temple

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Eddie Brock has posed:
Tis the season to do shopping. For whom? Not important. What is important is that Eddie has come across a score of money from taking some bears in the woods and that needs to go towards the better things in life. Chocolate chocolate boots chocolate. The thrifty shit kickers he prefers is getting ragged even for his standards and although grunge is good, bum fight level isnt. The tall, athletic bruiser of a man is -easy- to spot in a crowd of twiggy fasionables. He uses that natural swagger to part the crowds and stand outside of two stores. One for boots, one for lingerie. The Duo's eyes look between the two as if wondering if this isn't perfect holiday marketing or what.

Inez Temple has posed:
"EDDIE?!" And coming out of said lingerie shop is a familiar figure, tall and statuesque. Despite the bitter chill of a New York Winter, the cowgirl is still rocking the same style: band tee for Grateful Dead, daisy dukes, and that hat and boots. The only indication of the weather is a leather duster thrown over, although it's worn open. She's got a bag slung over her arm, and grins as she walks out, "Fancy runnin' in t' y' here, big guy! Keepin' outta trouble?"

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock has nerves of steel! Eyes of intensity, focus, and passion! A symbiote that likes to chatter at him in the back of their head. So that surprise is met with the warm temper of heated iron drawing in a grin as he notices that tall not-a-stripper cowgirl making her way out of the lingerie shop. "Or finding ways into it," the big guy replies back with a grin as he adjusts his leather biker jacket. "Night is still young for it, and here you are." The best kind of trouble. "Whats in the bag, Inez?" he does in his best 'Whats in the box?!' meme impersonation.

Inez Temple has posed:
The grin Eddie gets is pretty warm as well, and she throws her arms around his neck, lifting onto her toes to kiss his cheek. She is, of course, soft in all the right places and warm thanks to the way her metabolism runs quicker due to the healing factor. "Always easy t' find trouble if y' know where t' look!" She agrees with a chuckle, giving him back his personal space as she adjusts the bag slung across her arm.

When he asks about her bag, she lets out a laugh, with a wicked grin as she taps the side of her nose and then adjusts her hat. "Girl's allowed t' have some secrets, eh?" She teases him, as she glances back at the store front. "Y' lookin' f' someone or y'self?" She asks, cocking her head, "They got some pretty nice jockstraps... Y' don't strike me as t' frilly type, but sure y' can fill'm out fine." She says with a wink, and adds in a lower voice. "An' hello t' y' too, Venom." See? That's just good manners.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock's body is nice and warm despite the weather. Skin more leathery thanks to the pair's bond. Strength, hard in all the right places as he give Inez back a squeezing hug that only a couple of durable supes can enjoy. "Oh Im looking at it. Right at it," the middle aged man grins as if it is a good thing. A very. Good. Thing.

He looks to the bag and mocks to even greater intrigue. What could it be? What could it beeee? Though after that he draws it back to a less intense state of the million dollar question. Why is he here? "We appreciate the manners," the duo rumbles, a little extra as he doesnt quite want to having the floating symbio head around this moment. Probably give a kid a heart attack. "And the good memory." Of the things Venom is, they are not small anywhere. "Getting a read on new boots. Real important stuff. Maybe a few gifts if I see something that screams, 'Oh, theyd LOVE that'." The big softie both of them are in the center of it all. The symbiote doesnt even liquidate its host, isnt that so considerate?

Inez Temple has posed:
Indeed! What could it be? It's not as if Inez appears to wear much in the way of underwear, and she isn't exactly the sort that seems all that concerned with cute, frilly stuff herself... But then again, maybe she's got a secret side to her no one has seen before that yearns for soft, silky underthings! It wouldn't be the weirdest thing about the mercenary. She chuckles when he calls her trouble, and reaches up to pat his cheek. "Awww, flattery will get y' everywhere, Eddie boy."

She cocks her head when he mentions boots, and nods. "They do good custom work." She says in agreement as he looks over the shop. "T' owner is from Lubbock, an' learned his stuff in Texas. Got a pair f' a job there once." She grins. "Had y' figured f' a Christmas boyo. If I'd known I'd run in t' y' I'd have brought what I got you!"

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock grins at the idea of being a Christmas kinda guy. Its true that he enjoys that kind of stuff. Something magical about the time that doesnt require Gamma Rays of witch lasers from outer space to make it happen. "We do like giving gifts," he tells Inez with the lean in of a flirty grin. Oh he is a gift giver alright. All sorts of gifts. Though really a lot of them end up swirling around chocolate. "You got something for us? Well, that just summons the warm and fuzzies inside that for once isn't Venom chewing on my liver like a play toy." Which he doesnt. Often. "Sounds like we have to set up a big reveal for this present situation and the one I totally got for you too." Yeah, smooth smooth.

Inez Temple has posed:
"Venom, be nice to Eddie." Inez says firmly to the man beside her, only hesitating slightly at addressing the symbiote when he's unmanifested and less at the idea of talking to someone's alien parasite and more not sure exactly where to address the statement. She settles for his chest... It's a nice chest, after all, and worth addressing regardless of who she's talking to. "Otherwise, I ain't givin' y' *your* present."

And to Eddie, she grins. "As if there were any other kind o' reveal w' y', big guy." She playfully flirts back, eyes ducking down. Oh, hey! Is that a new belt?

Is he even wearing a belt?

She tilts her hat back so she can grin up at him. "I've been meanin' t' text, see if y' want t' visit an' eat steaks an' smores sometime." She adds, tone slightly more serious, "But didn't want t' assume. We did a job, had some fun, an' while I'm definitely interested in doin' it again, didn't want t' pressure y'." She does, however, grin, adding, "T' client were so pleased they want me t' bust t' entire ring o' kiddie-diddlers."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Oh Venom will be nice to Eddie. They have an understanding. They have needs and they meet them on grounds. Besties. Sure, it may involve an occasional nibble. Or holding back now and again for polite society, but neither of they are truly built to be polite. They are built for belts! A nice one that really draws the eye for the right kinda of fashionista. "You can text me for social calls, Inez," he lets her know, "last time was a lot of fun and we are a fan. Gotta find ways to enjoy the moments between the bear busting. And steaks and smores are very, very fun." There is that grin down to her about the idea of more work. Pay doesnt even matter. It lines right up with their moral compass. Kids, especially, get priority protection from the Lethal Protector. "All about more busting. Thats the stuff I get out of bed for."

Inez Temple has posed:
Oh, Inez is built for belts, too. Her current one is a rhinestoned affair that proclaims 'Cowboy Butts Drive Me Nuts!' and is almost as big as her shorts. In fact, it makes the mind wonder just exactly she was buying in that store that could possibly *fit* under them.

"Good t' know." She says wryly, "Ain't got a lot o' people I can just hang with, y'know?" The wry grin goes broader when he admits to having had fun. "Well, reckon' m' only regret was t' property damage, an' I was due a new trailer." She says ruefully, blue eyes dancing as she winks at him.

"Y' get outta bed t' burst, eh?" She teases, *obviously* turning it dirty on him as she hooks an arm through his fondly. "My kind o' man. Y' don't ride t' stallion in t' stables, why shouldn't y' show t' same courtesy t' other rides, eh?"

Eddie Brock has posed:
Of course it turns that corner. Too easy of a setup. Eddie laughs, "Sometimes, dont even get out of bed," he teases back as he bumps the cowgirl with his hip a bit on the hook'n. "Full of wisdom, you," he says as if wisdom wasnt the word he was going to use. Its clear the duo are in a good mood. The right company can certainly do that. That works both ways!

As for that belt Inez wears? Clearly part of the dimensional space magic phone storing technology. A bit like Venom's maw without the ichor. "What else do you got going on today besides shopping mysterious things in mysterious bags. Journalist senses are tingling. Id hazard a guess, but I get the feeling its better a surprise." Of course it is, judging from the shop she came out of. The strong arm gives her a fond tug as he goes for a walk around the district.