2104/Angelo goes to Angelo's with Sara

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Angelo goes to Angelo's with Sara
Date of Scene: 14 June 2020
Location: Angelo's Pizza
Synopsis: Pizza at Angelo's. Night trails off with happy conversation and supportive stuff.
Cast of Characters: Sara Pezzini, Achilles




Sara Pezzini has posed:
The owners created a generic look or just didn't have the eye or the desire to pour their love into the decor. No matter. The food is honestly good, made with high quality ingredients without pandering to food snobbism. Great flour, the right kind of winter wheat needed to make a great pizza dough. Real tomato sauce cooked on the big flattop in the kitchen, imported Italian cheese. No skimping. Once a week, they roll out their own pasta and sell it till they run out. In other words, Pezzini's hangout since she was twelve or so. She grew up eating here and regards it as her 'other' kitchen.

Sitting at a booth, she has a file folder open studying pictures, grisly pictures that she'll cover if any civilians get close enough to see them, while she waits for her new friend. She tests that word out and decides to go with it.

Achilles has posed:
    Well, it -is- Angelo's first time here. And not because he's avoiding the place with his name attached to it. His fake name. But it's the name he's used for years. But now that he has a place in the area, he figures he'd accept the ionvite. Upon walking inside, the smells take him back to other times. For anyone who knows him, his eyes halfway shut and he is lost in a memory for a few moments before shaking his head to clear it.
    Then he scans the place with those green eyes and nods to himself as he strides towards the table his newest friend is sitting at. He'd ask if he can sit down, but he -was- invited here. So instead, he just slides into a seat. "Evening Detective." he says, trying to keep from being -too- familiar.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Closing the folder, Sara looks up with a smile for Angelo. "Thanks for coming. This," she gestures to the restaurant with it's red and white checkered wax tablecloths and wicker covered Chianti bottles, her smile widening, "is one of those places that you don't judge by its cover but by its smell. The menu is very Italian-American but they do a righteous Italian-American. How about a pizza?"

Achilles has posed:
    "I have already smelled food the likes of which I have not had in... well in a while." offers Angelo, "Pizza? Certainly, so long as it does not have pineapple on it. Because that is not a pizza, it's a fruit pie with tomato sauce." he says with a smirk. "Though I do think that bacon makes anything and everything better." he says, "But soon, you should come see my new place. Housewarming party or some such. I might have some work friends over too. Not sure..."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"So, you found one? That was quick! Tell me all about it. It's not easy to find something that quickly even here." She means New York City and specifically Brooklyn.

One of the staff comes by and puts menus down for them both, "Hi Sara, drinks on the house for you and your friend."

Sara nods with a smile thanking him not needing tolook at the menu. She waits politely for Angelo to look. "Oh, jeez, no for pineapple on my pizza. I like goat cheese, good pepperoni, good black olives, like the fermented black ones that come from the west coast of Italy or the big green ones marinated with spices. Bacon or pancetta is great. What would you like? We can get separate or share."

Achilles has posed:
    "On the house? You must be popular here. But.. I insist that you let me pay all the same. Small businesses need every penny to stay afloat, and I can afford it." offers Angelo. But he listens to your toppings suggestion and nods, "Oh, that will do nicely. I will be happy to try it your way."
    And he sets down his menu with a shrug, "It is amazing how quickly you can close on a house when you have some connections. I happened to know which houses were coming up onto the market due to forclosures, and put a bid on one within an hour of the listing." It seems he's done real estate things a few... thousand times.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Well," she's impressed and shows it in her smile and nod, "it take some acumen to do that. Will it need work or is it good to go? Close by?"

The same employee stops by their table, and Sara orders, glancing at Angelo with each addition.

"Let's start with a small pizza with pancetta and green olives to start. Then a second one with mozzarella di bufalo and smoked bacon. A bottle of the Castello di Bossi, the 2016, will be fine. Thanks. And, we'd like to pay. Thanks so much for the invitation. Maybe some lemoncini afterwards on the house," she says with a big smile.

Achilles has posed:
    "Oh, there is a little work that'll be needed, but.. I'm fairly good with my hands." offers Angelo. And he grins, "Plus, I can afford to pay contractors should it be required. The only serious work needed will be one wall that has termite damage. Exterior wall." He is speaking like it's nothing big.
    "But yes, every item you ordered is perfect." he admits before leaning back in his seat. "I have to say that I am happy to have heard from you. I did not want to push you to speak with me. I know how you must be.... stressed, with work and other issues." he says, using language suitable for public.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Work is work. The department has had a rash of weird cases recently including some very macabre murders in the subway recently. Very strange ones. She stops when the server returns."

The wine is brought to the table along with glasses. Sara motions for the wine to be served to Angelo for tasting. A small glass is poured and offered to him while Sara looks on with a benign smile.

"I must think of a housewarming present for you. I have nothing as precious as what you brought me. I look at that every day, you know. It's a wonder. It belongs in a museum, too."

Achilles has posed:
    "You know I am not a wine snob." offers Angelo. But.. he's done this before. So he goes through the motions, swirling it, smelling it, and then sipping it before he nods acceptance. Once the ritual is complete however, he leans back in his seat once more.
    "If you think it should be in a museum, then by all means donate it." Angelo offers with a smile, "Either way, -I- believed that it needed to be reunited with ... well reunited." he offers with a shrug, "And your company would be housewarming gift enough." he says before cringing. "Oh wait. Back up. That sounded like a total douchey smooth line. Not what I meant." he adds.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Flatterer. Is this the Greek hero talking?" They are alone now, able to talk more freely as they wait for their pizzas, so she teases him with a flippant smile.

"It does belong in one though it might be hard to tell them where it came from. No, I shall keep it. It's very precious to me," her eyes lower, suddenly shy at her last words. She shrugs trying to dismiss the moment. She toasts him with the wine. A plate of roasted pepper drenched in olive oil and fresh garlic, and a plate of crisp fried eggplant spears are deposited on the table with a smiling wave from the server.

"They can't help themselves. I've been eating here since I was a kid. They knew my father."

Achilles has posed:
    "He was obviously a man of refined taste, and excellent genetics if you are any example." offers Angelo as he lifts his own glass. He just can't help himself. He is a horrible flirt at the best of times. But around someone with which he can feel such an instant and intimate connection, it gets to be a lot worse than his -best-.
    He takes a sip of his wine and eyes you over the rim of his glass. "So, have you learned anything new? Remembered any lost memories?" he asks once the two you are alone once more.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"You are terrible." She holds his gaze for a moment, smiling carefree, lingering on his handsome face, then drops her eyes away as though she had overstayed. Another sip of wine covers any discomfort.

"Memories?" Her whole demeanor changes, the smile disappearing for a pensive, inward look, shrugging slightly, she nods yes. But instead of talking about them, asks, "Do you know of Kenneth Irons?"

Achilles has posed:
    Sipping his wine for a moment, Angelo thinks this one through. "The name sounds familiar." he states. "But, it's not the most uncommon name in the world. I assume you speak of the man who runs a lucrative company downtown?" he asks as he takes another sip. "I saw a picture of him in the newspaper a while ago, and... I think that I may have seen him once... long ago. I mean Long.."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Long?" She stares at Angelo for a moment, forks an eggplant spear on to her plate, giving herself time to puzzle over his special emphasis on long. "You mean, a long time ago, centuries ago long?"

Achilles has posed:
    "Maybe. It could be a distant relation. But if I am older than I appear..." offers Angelo as he works his own appetizer skills with fork and napkin along with sips of his wine. "If it can be done, it can be done. Yes?" he asks. "But the odds are that I knew his distant ancestor."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"I wouldn't put it past him," she scowls and chews her eggplant. "Mm, this is good. They roast their own peppers here, too. No opening cans for them." She selects some peppers to put on her plate. "He contacted me, you know. It was very strange. Well, he is very strange and he has strange people working with him. And, this, you know, is from me. I've seen strange or used to think I have. I guess not. I just wondered if you had had dealings with him."

Achilles has posed:
    In a moment of temptation, Angelo -almost- makes a flirty comment here. But he restrains himself somehow. There is a twitch of his lips that threatens to grin. But he holds that. "So. he seems to know about you and your... situation then?" he asks. "Do you think that he can help? Or do you think that he is trying to use you?" he asks as he sips his own wine. "And if the latter, do you think that you can benefit more than he does from interacting with him?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Angelo's teasing distracts Sara for a moment, she snorts softly but returns to the topic that bothers her enough for any hint of a smile to fade. "He owned it apparently if own is a word that you can use for the Witchblade. It rejected him. Not just rejected him, you know. It maimed his hand badly enough that amputation was the only recourse."

Sara covers her bracelet with the opposite hand, worrying at it. "He told me that he knows its history and he knows me." A fierce expression renders her face mask-like for a moment as she waits for Angelo to comment.

Achilles has posed:
    All serious now, Angelo nods his head and turns his green eyes to the bracelet himself. "Well. From what the previous wielder told me... according to her dreams, she was told that only women could safely wield the blade. Something about it being linked to creation."
    Then his eyes come up to yours and he shrugs. "Did he tell you -when- he tried to wield it? Or why he seems to know you or its history?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Only that he probably knows more about it than anyone alive. Even more than I do because I haven't passed the test yet? Test? The periculum, he called it." She throws the word down in disgust. Behind the disgust there is an edge of fear.

"He had a Latin name for the Witchblade: Digitabulum. He said I couldn't begin to understand, the condescending bastard."

Achilles has posed:
    "He certainly sounds arrogant enough to be one of -my- family." mutters Angelo with a shake of his head. "If you wish to take it back to a root language... I much prefer my original tongue. In which it would be called mágissa." But he smirks and shakes his head. "In any event, we should speak with him. Worst case scenario, he acts like an even more condescending prick."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The server returns with a big smile for Sara and a quizzical lift of his eyebrow at Angelo. They treat Sara like family, and make no bones about checking Angelo out as a good prospect for her. Sara catches the look and drops her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

"We're sharing so put them between us." She is reaching for the dried red pepper steeped in oil which she spoons on her plate for dipping. "We'll keep the eggplant and peppers to nosh on, too. Thanks!"

To Angelo, "Go ahead and help yourself."

Achilles has posed:
    Catching the looks, Angelo shakes his head. "I swear, it is like the whole neighborhood thinks of you as a baby sister for them to look after. This speaks volumes for your character." he says as he leans back and relishes the regard of the staff.
    But when the food is placed there, he does partake of it eagerly. A single bite, and his brows raise. "Quite delicious." he remarks before he gives a nod of approval to the staff, "Might I have an order of these to go when we leave?" he asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"That's old New York, you know. When everyone sat out on their stoops when it got hot outside and it wasn't unusual for kids to be in and out of each other houses. Little pockets of neighbors - the Italians, the Hasidic Jews, the conservative Jews, Polish, too - they are over a couple of blocks. So, yeah," she glances sideways at the server who had given Angelo the once over and smiles to herself. "It's nice to be known on the street. You just got a place. Tell me about it," she says taking a slice of the bacon and mozzarella pizza.

Achilles has posed:
    "It speaks to the character of a peace officer that they are known to the community, and well loved by them." says Angelo before he grins and takes a sip of his wine. "It is not far from here.. on Bedford. It's a bit larger than I need at the moment, but it was a good price and a nice neighborhood."
    "You know, perhaps they could prepare the rest of our meal to go, and we could walk over there so I could show it to you?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Let's finish this here," she motions to the pizza and the antipasti. "We can take dessert over with us and more wine if we feel like we need more. Least I won't be driving. We can walk off the pizza enough to earn our dessert, right?"

Achilles has posed:
    Smiling, Angelo nods his head, "So be it. But seriously, we should look into the history of the blade on our own if we can. I am sure that this Irons chap will shape the narrative to make things appear how he wants you to see them. So if we do an independent study, and then speak with him.. we can confirm elements of what he says. Yes?" he asks as he takes another bite of the peppers.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"So that *we* control the narrative." Sara looks at him intently for a moment, a question forming in her eyes. "Angelo, is it because you knew other wielders of it that you're so interested? That doesn't sound very..." She makes a circular motion with her hand, "Well, not very gracious of me. It's not that I don't appreciate it but that's a lot - what with your business and SHIELD, taking on so much stuff. You sure?"

Achilles has posed:
    YOur question gives Angelo pause. He's not sure -why- he's so focused on helping. He was following his gut. It's hard for him to -not- involve himself in a situation like this. It's a defining part of who he is. It's part of why he went to war in the first place. But to boil it down, he shrugs his shoulders, "I can't ignore someone in need. It is just who I am. It is a soldier's duty to place him... or herself between their people, and those who would do them harm. I am eternally a soldier. And... you ask a valid question. Why would I put myself into this for someone I just met?"
    He takes a sip of his wine and formulates his thoughts before speaking, "I know that you feel it." he states, "The connection.. the instinctive familiarity that is between us already. It is like we have known one another for years. I am not sure to what degree you might feel it, but... for me, it is not something that has happened since the Trojan war. I cannot walk away from that, and I find myself desperate to learn more about you, and to investigate this ... situation that we are in."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The young woman inside her responds differently than the detective and the wielder of the Witchblade. Mouth opened as if to say something; she gazes at him, greens eyes fastened to his. The detective wonders what light he could bring to things with an air of suspicion in the inquiry. The Witchblade, unyieldingly protective, pulses on her arm as if agreeing with the man, a memory rising of him from long ago - a distraction teasing attention away from the present. Then, she likes the man despite her natural caution and the Witchblade's protectiveness.

"Wow. That's a lot." She leans on her hand, brow wrinkled. "You sure?"

Achilles has posed:
    Giving a bit of a grin... whether it is arrogant, teasing, or something unrelated. Either way, he just gives you that enigmatic grin and says, "Detective Pezzini, I am not in the habit of making offers that I do not fully intend to back up. I am also a good enough soldier to realize that having a partner to back you up in a fight increases your odds of victory and survival by far more than one hundred percent."
    "At least in my experience." he adds as he leans back, "Now, do you have any other questions that I might answer to help you realize how serious I am about this?"