1698/Good Time to Meet at the Good Room

Good Time to Meet at the Good Room
Date of Scene:	16 May 2020
Location:	Good Room Bar
Synopsis:	Sam goes to get a drink at the Good Room and meets Nicole. Their chat is interrupted, but taken care of - and Nicole asks Sam out for a drink later.
Cast of Characters:	Sam Wilson, Nicole Adams

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Sam Wilson has posed:
It's late enough in the evening that people are starting to trail out of the bar, either having found someone to spend their evening with, decided they had enough to drink, or just plain old struck out. It's an odd time for someone to actually be arriving, but it's the time that Sam Wilson enters. While he's known as an Avenger, his face isn't paticularly well known as compared to Captain America or Iron Man.

Making his way up to the bar, he holds up a finger to try to get the bartender's attention. "What's the best you have on tap tonight?"

Nicole Adams has posed:
     The barkeep on duty that night is a rather striking young woman with honey-blonde hair and peridot green eyes. Her hair is pinned up in a French twist with a few tendrils framing her sweet oval-shaped face, her rosy lips curling upwards in a smile as she peers over. She's dressed in a snowy white, short sleeved, off the shoulders crop peasant blouse, with low-slung slim blue jeans leaving a healthy amount of midriff bare. Her footwear of the evening is a comfortable looking pair of taupe wedge sandals, understated yet classy.

     "Depends on what you're in the mood for," she counters. "There's some nice local craft beers in, if you go for that. Me, I personally like the Sam Adams summer seasonal brew. What's your poison?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
He's dressed down, as it were - a button down short sleeve shirt tucked into blue jeans and leather shoes. The young woman draws his attention, she's a striking woman, the bare midriff teasing further as Sam's dark brown eyes take her in. "I think I'll try the Sam Adams." he offers in response as he fishes out his wallet in order to pay. "Having a good night for tips?" he asks her.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     "Moderately. Good music tonight, though. Makes a slow night worth it." Nicole grins at Sam and turns on one heel to snag a pint glass from the wraparound rack suspended above the bar. She's quick to find the lever for the Sam Adams seasonal brew, and curls her fingers around it, tugging it to fill the glass. "Don't think I've seen you in here before. You local?"

     Something did seem familiar about this one, she mused. Not quite something she could put her finger on, but no doubt it would come to her. Sam's pint is chased with a smile as she sets it down on the bar in front of him, with just the right amount of froth topping off the glass from the tap. "There you go."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Sounds like I didn't miss much with the band. When's a good night for the music?" Sam asks, watching Nicole as she's preparing the drink and when it's brought over to him. "I'm usually on the Upper East Side. Felt like getting out and exploring." he admits with a warm smile towards her when she presents the beer. "Thanks." Setting down a twenty on the bar to start a tab, he considers, and offers. "I'm Sam." comes the introduction.

"And I probably should realize that you get complimented or hit on at least twenty times a night, so I'm just going to say you look nice and leave it there." He offers to her as he lifts the beer to take a sip.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Nicole chuckles softly. "Next week's music might be a little better, we've got a good DJ coming in. This one's not too bad though." She reaches out her hand by way of greeting, flashing Sam a winning smile. "Nicole. Nice to meet you, Sam." She pauses, that nagging feeling of something familiar about him persisting. Damn it, that was irritating. Ah, well.

     The twenty is slid away, with the buxom barkeep turning to tuck it away in the small register behind the bar. As she does, she cannot quite resist an opportunity to balance the bill along the back of her hand--on its /edge/, not its face, flipping it in the air and catching it before tucking it away in the register.

Sam Wilson has posed:
"So you're saying I'd have more reason than you being here?" Sam asys, taking a draw from his beer as he watches her. When she balacnes the twenty, he arches his brow curiously and his smile shows he's impressed.

"Should I ask what you'd do with a hundred?" he asks her curiously and takes another long drink from his mug as he tries not to spend too much time staring at the buxom barkeep as he glances down at his phone when it goes off.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Crap. She'd been busted. Nicole grins a little sheepishly and just laughs. "I was just messing around," she demurs, not exactly inclined to get into details. Maybe he'd forget what he'd seen, like Colonel Klink of television fame. "Bet you couldn't do that."

     For the moment, another customer catches her attention, and she is caught up in mixing a mojito for them. She only manages to turn back in time to hear Sam's phone going off. Her brows arch, and she lifts her chin towards him. "Everything okay?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam's fingers move over the phone. "Yeah, it's handled." he manages after a moment, tucking his phone back in his pocket. There's a chuckle at her challenge. "No, but I can fold it into a mean psper airplane." he responds with a wink at her.

As she tends to other customers, he doesn't interrupt, assuming her interest really is in getting a good tip.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     As she tends to yet another customer, who this time seems to want a pint of Blue Moon, she gets a slice of orange for garnish. This, she balances on the tip of her finger, letting it twirl around for a few moments--but it looks as if the slice is moving in slow motion. After a few seconds, it's added to the edge of the glass, and the drink set down in front of the patron.

     Nicole turns back to Sam and chuckles. "Sorry about that. Glad everything's okay." She flashes another winning smile at him, and dips her head. "So, what is it you do when you're not out on the town?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Hey, you're working. No need to apologize." Sam points out to Nicole when she apologizes, a grin when she spins the orange on her finger. He takes another drink from his beer and just seems to be enjoying her company. While she may not recognize who he is, someone else does. A large man rises from the corner and comes up to the bar.

"You're that Falcon guy, right?" he asks, voice slurred. "Give a guy some wings and a jetpack and he's supposed to be an Avenger?" the guy spits on the ground next to Sam. "You ain't no Captain America."

Turning to face the ground, "I'm just here to relax, have a beer and talk to Nicole." he responds, just trying to keep cool. Though when he looks to her, she can see that guilty as charged look in his eyes. He didn't want to come up and introduce himself as 'Sam Wilson, Avenger'.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Nicole frowns, resting her hands on the bar. Around her, some glasses and bottles begin to rattle and shake, as she keeps her gaze fixed squarely on the burly fellow. "I think you've had enough to drink, friend. May I suggest you settle your tab and go home? Leave the man to his drink." Her voice has turned as cold as death, her eyes snapping with inner fire as loose items continue to shake, rattle, and roll. She motions to the nearest bouncer to escort the gentleman to the exit.

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Come on, Avenger. Let's take this outside." the burly guy gives Sam a shove, trying to raise his ire. That is until he notices the glasses and bottles shaking and he looks at Nicole. "You one of them freaks?" he asks her with a growl.

And before the guy can say more, Sam's off the stool, his hand grabbbing the brute's wrist, twisting it around behind him. He shoves him forward, slamming his chest against the bar rail, knocking the breath out of him before dropping him to his knees. Sam presses down as the man cries out. "You're breaking my wrist."

"No, just applying pressure to the muscle. Hurts like hell, right? Anyway, you're right. I'm not Captain America, I'm Falcon. But I can do everything he can. Just slower. Now apologize to Nicole for your words there." he growls.

"Fuck, sorry you're a..." the brute doesn't get to finish that sentence as Sam applies pressure. "Sorry, sorry!"

"Yeah, you are." Sam grunts, turning the brute over to the bouncer when he arrives before moving to sit down in the stool again and his eyes fall on the buxom woman. "You alright?" he asks her quietly.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     It takes Nicole a few seconds to calm down, but when she does, the glasses and bottles stop their rattling dance on the bar counter, and in the wraparound rack above the bar itself. It takes her a few seconds more to process what had just happened.

     So /that/ was what had seemed so familiar about Sam. Still, she wasn't going to make a big deal of it if he wasn't. And... oh, God, had he seen her losing control?

     Her face flushes bright red and she nods, going quickly back to wiping down the top of the bar and straightening things up. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just sorry that guy was such an ass to you."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Wasn't me he was an ass to." Sam says with a shrug as he takes his beer and draws from it. Setting down the mug, he considers her. "Thanks for coming to my aid, Nicole." he responds, hands on the mug in thought. Not that he needed her help, but at the same time. She was there and he could use a freind.

"Look, if that whole thing made everything really uncomfortable, I can scoot. Don't even have to worry about the change. I apologize that happen." He's about to say something else, but he stops himself.

Nicole Adams has posed:
     Nicole shakes her head, and smiles lightly at Sam. "It's okay. With any luck, folks will write it off as having had too much to drink. And he really was being an ass to you. You're the one he spit at and picked a fight with, not me." Sure enough, with the show over, most folks were indeed going back to their drinks, or some were even pouring out their glasses, or even just leaving them behind. And soon, the throbbing beat of the music eased away the tensions of the incident, soon to be forgotten by most.

     Glancing at Sam, she smiles a bit. "Look, I don't usually do this but I feel bad this happened on my watch. If you'll let me give you my number, we can pick somewhere else on a night off and I'll get you a drink on my dime."

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Yeah, but you're the one he went after when..." a gesture to the bar. "...that happened." he points out to Nicole as he finishes his beer. Then he considers her offer, listening to the music as he throbs out and he looks at her, over her really.

The easy answer is yes. But. "...sounds like a plan. But how about we make it dinner?" he asks her, hopefully showing interest there. "Unless you're already seeing someone?"

Nicole Adams has posed:
     "Wait. Seeing someone? You're joking, right?" Nicole snorts, and shakes her head, laughing softly. "No, I'm not seeing anyone. Or, more properly, I /wasn't/. Now, it seems I am." She looks over at Sam and smiles, jotting her number down on a slip of paper and passing it over to him. "We can work out the details of dinner when you call... sound good to you?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
His cheeks darken when Nicole takes it a step further, and Sam accepts the number. He scans it into his phone and a few seconds later, Nicole has a v-card on her phone with his information. No missed call from him in the morning, it seems. "Sounds good. I'll let you finish your shift. You can call later, if you want." With that, he gives her hand a squeeze and rises from his chair to mske his way out of the bar and back home, but not before a last glance and warm, toothy smile to the woman - if she doesn't mind the small gap there in front.