3549/To a brighter tommorow!

To a brighter tommorow!
Date of Scene:	24 September 2020
Location:	Office - Fisk Towers
Synopsis:	A date night, with Claire and Wilson.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Claire Temple

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
>Miss. Temple, I would like to take you out to dinner. I will cook my building at 8 pm.<

Mr. Fisk is holding that small phone in his hands, each larger lightly touching the iPhone screen, as he bites his lower lip. His massive finger trying, then failing, gets it just right as he pushes send, not use to doing voice, no that is never a good idea in his line of work, Siri is off.

Up on the roof is his greenhouse, as he is picking veggies, berries, everything good and fresh and grown by his own hands. There is a dining nock off to the side under another building made of glass, so when we can watch the city as he starts to make the salad. His hands in a pair of rubber gloves, mixing it working quickly, as he works whistling a jaunty tune.

Already, he made the vegan ribs perfectly spiced, as he has taken way too many cooking classes since he saw that meat was murderous. As far as he cares about being a Vegan, the first rule is to prep yourself, one can't trust other hands for such work, but he does his best. As it gets close to date time, the food is laid out, as he calls down for a bottle of whiskey to be brought up, some habits are so hard to break.

Claire Temple has posed:
Since he somehow got a night where Claire didn't have to be at the hospital, and she has some warning about it all, it means she's far more properly dressed for a meeting with a business mogul than she was the first time. Still not fancy, but she's in a nice pair of black, close fitting jeans and a gray silk shirt with an asyemmetrical collar that falls artfully off of one of her shoulders. She's still not a makeup girl, darker skinned features needing no heat or brozen to hide her usual exhaustion, but she's put a brush through her hair enough that the waves fall soft and it looks like she tried.

As security escorts her up to the roof, dark eyes peer curiously across the area. Her ankle boots make soft footfalls on the flooring as she makes her way through the area towards him. "Mr. Fisk...?" She calls gently. Respectfully.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"If you wish you may call me Wilson or Wil, you are in the presence of a friend. I hope that is how you see us, but I have reached out to your fine friend, gentleman Mr. Murdock. He will bring my offer to Mr. Nelson; he was quite excited about the work." Wilson nods slowly as he motions her to sit down at the table."I have made us Ribs, salad with berries, and a bottle of my finest scotch is coming up; I should warn you I'm the dreed hipster word Vegan. If that bothers you, I can have someone bring you something else, and I promise not to judge too hard."

One, another of those bodies shaking joyish laughs, escapes the large man as he holds his hands on the back of her chair, waiting for her to sit. Once she does, he easily pushes it in, as he makes his way slowly to his chair across from her, as the city twinkles around them.

Claire Temple has posed:
Simply unused to being treated like a lady, Claire is a touch awkward as he takes the chair for her and slides it in. She doesn't complain, even gives a quiet, slightly embarrassed, "Ah... thank you. This is... Very nice, Wilson." She turns her head, giving the large, laughing man a smile across her shoulder before she settles in a bit deeper, now tucked into the table. She's still on edge, for whatever reason, but that is probably just being so out of her comfort zone. This is all very strange.

"I'm glad the meeting went well with Matt. He's a... very nice guy, and a good lawyer. Maybe sometimes too nice a guy to be a good lawyer, but he'll be able to point you in the right direction. And vegan ribs are fine. I'm not really...picky. Lots of nights with vending machine dinner at the hospital, so this is luxury in compare."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"He is helming my project, he is not my lawyer but the CEO or CFO, of my new Charity company, did I not make that clear, he runs the show." Wilson nods slowly as he picks up a big sized of the ribs, placing it down, then he is adding some of the berried salad to the plate as he passes it over.

The elevator dings, out of which comes a pretty young redhead, arrives with the Scotch, with two glasses as she pours it for them, and then just as silent is gone. She bows to Mr. Fisk as she heads out back into the elevator, as it soars away back into the building.

"He is a wonderful man, very smart, and I think this is just the right sort of project for Mr. Murdock. He has a big heart but is limited based on his current position in the world. He seems to be one that services to make the world a better place. He is a good boyfriend for such a pretty young girl." With that, he chuckles softly as he serves himself, as he says a soft little prayer, his eyes closed before he waits, to see if there is more needed, before he eats.

Claire Temple has posed:
That makes Claire blink, her head tilting as she's not entirely certain if Fisk is talking about him being her boyfriend, or someone else's. "Oh...so you met his girlfriend too? I didn't realize she came along to meetings." There, a smooth way of bowing out of that, not assuming that he was mistaken but dropping a hint as to the fact that Claire is definitely not dating the blind man.

She nods a warm thanks for the scotch put in front of her, gentle smile given to the red head with that lingering awkwardness of someone who isn't used to being served. She scoops up her glass, raising it in the direction of the formidable man across the table from her. "To... making our city better. For everyone."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I see, then I'm sorry for assuming, I just well....." Wilson stops for a moment, not much stumps him, as he lifts his drink to his lips as he sips it slowly."Well, then let me see here pretty nice, not with an altruistic man, shocking to me. With your looks, charm any man would desire it, I hope the one is treating you right or her."

As he sets that glass down on the table, as he places a cloth over his expensive suit, as he picks up his knife fork, slowly cutting into the highly disguise vegan ribs, as he is working the knife through it. As he starts to bite his berry salad as he takes a bite of it, as he starts to much slowly enjoy the taste of the berries, and the salad mixed perfectly, with no dressing for it is not made properly."How do you enjoy the food? I have taken many classes to learn to cook it."

Claire Temple has posed:
A sip of her scotch is taken, letting the warmth burn down her throat and chest, easing some of the strange anxiety of being in such a nice place. Claire is a woman of the city, and not a high class part of the city. This all is entirely out of her life experience. She chuckles a bit thoughtfully about Matt, "He's... quite nice, and his girl is wonderful also. It just... wasn't in the cards for us. Schedules aside. I'm fairly well married to the hospital, honestly. Double shifts do nothing for a healthy relationship. It wouldn't be fair to someone else." Claire admits with a half smile. It may be just on the edge of lonely, but she's honest.

Then she starts cutting into the food, a little surprise on her eyes as the vegan fake cuts nearly like the real thing. "...I'd never have known this wasn't real if you didn't say. That's... amazing." She half laughs. After another bite, a dip of her head in approval comes, savouring the sauce around the strange non-meat. "You've out done yourself. Seriously. I'm a Domenican girl deep down, my mother would be rollin' in her grave knowing I was eating the fake stuff, and I can barely tell the difference."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson nods slowly as he brings the meat to his lips as he takes a little nibble of the fake meat. "As a man of discerning taste and little time myself, I find that there is little reason to indulge in such activities. And yet this evening has been a delightful exception to the rule. We may have to this again if your would-be willing?"

As he sets down that fork, that large man is lifting the glass to his lips, enjoying that slow burn of the scotch, with a delighted little sigh as he lifts his hand again, with a little sip of the whiskey, as he sighs happily. The drink needing to be refilled, as he lifts that bottle slowly, filling that cup up with a chuckle."This is my one true love, or scotch. They fight for my love nightly."

Claire Temple has posed:
The faint heat on her cheeks is probably from the scotch, and not his request to do this again, but it's definitely there. Claire tries to hide it behind another sip of that far too good scotch, savoring the luxury and letting it keep her head calm in a way food simply doesn't. "It's... an excellent scotch. I can't afford the good stuff so normally beer, if it's a night to relax. Coffee in the hospital. I guess that's my one love. Couldn't live without it." Claire admits with a wry smile.

She's still not answered his question about doing this again. Claire studies him now, dark eyes eyes considering, looking for the catch. Why a guy like him might be interested in her, or if she's falling into some sort of trap. "...I don't have many nights off, but they do let me out sometime. I...I wouldn't mind visiting again. Getting updates on the projects."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I see. Well, I was offering something a bit more than business. I was offering, well, I see my fishing line has hit a snag." Wilson chuckles softly, with a red in his checks slightly, those dark checks as he turns away from her to lift the whiskey to his lips. His eyes watching the city sparkle, as he speaks plainly."I have not wanted a woman since the death of my wife. The desire for power and wealth so drives most; they have little care for the world around them. So, if I take a woman ever, my promise to myself was a kind heart, if I overstepped my bounds you....I'm sorry."

With that his eyes turn back towards Claire, as he starts to take another bite of the food, his eyes closing enjoying the flavor, that large man is relaxing once more, with a soft chuckle."I'm a busy man; I found being direct is the best way, so that is what I was seeking? If it is denied, I harbor no ill will, and still, if you wish to see me again as friends, it is fine."

Claire Temple has posed:
The direct explanation of his words gets a look of quiet shock from Claire. Not disgust, or immediate rejection. Just simple... Shock. The nurse is clearly unaccustomed to such advances, much less from a man of his calibre. She swallows back quietly, trying to keep her pulse calm as she watches him, still looking for the catch. Unable to find any. Maybe a prince in a bespoke suit does just come out of the woodwork sometime?

"Wilson... I... It's... the offer is... nice. Amazing, really. You seem like the impossible man. Rich, generous, someone who genuinely cares about his community... I guess my scarred heart is just waiting for the other shoe to drop." Claire admits tiredly, the little laugh behind it honest but exhausted. "I'm really not... Not the best person to date. When I say I'm married to the hospital, I mean it. But... I know you're busy too. Who knows if... anything would ever work here. But... another dinner? That I could do."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson watches her slowly, as he waits for his words to sink in; it was a large gamble on his part, that food is slowly moving to his lips as he waits. His eyes watching her waiting; this was the part he is used to in business deals, in everything the wait for the moment.

"We all have bagged, we all have scared hearts, Claire." His voice rumbles out of him with deep passion, as he sips his drink slowly with a soft little chuckle."But, through these damages, we see the world, improve the world, and better our station in the world. That we can help others through my pain, I have found salvation. I have found hope in the darkness of the night, and I have something to give back to this city. But, at the end of the night, I'm a lonely man. Money can't warm a bed, money can't be held, money has no feelings to return, I might have that, but all people carve that connection of the human spirit. I have felt that towards you from the moment we laid eyes on each other."

Claire Temple has posed:
Now she's absolutely blushing. Claire is not accustomed to this kind of attention, or the silken nature of his words. She can't quite meet his eyes, awkward smile crossing her full mouth as she considers the beautiful spread of food in front of her. A few bites are taken, savoring privileges so few from her home get, but also buying her time to organize her thoughts about it all. Finally, she dares meet his eyes. Her smile is gentle, but reserved.

"Wilson. The offer is...flattering, and incredibly sweet, and definitely the best pick up I've heard in my life. You are nice and sweet...and a dream man. Almost literally. But I'm not the sort of girl to believe in love at first sight, and life means...well, it's a bit more of a challenge to get down these walls. But if you want another dinner. If you want a date...if we want to get to know each other better? Before we consider a...deep connection? I'm up for that. Step at a time. See if life even gives us enough time to try."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"That is fair enough, Claire, I don't believe in such fairytales, till it struck me solid twice in my life." Wilson chuckles softly as he stands up slowly, picking up his empty plate, walking to a dumb waiter to set it down as he walks back to the table, lifting that glass to his lips for a long pull on it."Is it a pick-up line, if it is the truth from the heart to one's fair ears?" Another soft chuckle, as he sits down across from her again, as his eyes watch the city.

" From up here, it looks so peaceful, such a fine jewel in the world, but if you stare too close, the cracks are seen." As if by magic, the world is shattered with the sound of sirens as he shakes his head."Crime is getting out of control, someone needs to protect the little ones, someone needs to show the world there is a better way, and I hope to help do that, but I can't do it alone."

Claire Temple has posed:
A wry, tired smile crosses her features, but it's honest enough to reach the whole way to her eyes as she watches him, "...Trust me, Wil, I've heard a whole lot of pick up lines in my life. Just because yours is the smoothest in the world doesn't mean I'm gonna melt in my crocs. I'm also not the sort of girl who generally falls for poetry and pretty words. Just... been around the block a few too many times. Maybe I'm simply not used to the finer things. It's not a no.. it's just... I'm used to a good beer and maybe dancing at the club. Maybe." She really has no clue how to handle courtship like this.

Then she takes her own last bite of food, following suit with the dumb waiter. She has enough courage to pour herself ab it more scotch before scooping up the glass and folowing him to stare out over the city. "...There's lots of people working on it. Some of those little superheroes, like Spiderman... doing their best for the streets. And some people like you. And all us in public health... we're all trying."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Those heroes are trying and but we need to support them, they need to be trained, ready to protect us. Many of them do great good for society; I'm impressed so far. But, my worry is the damage they bring in their wake, the innocents that get harmed, in those fights." Wilson nods slowly, as he lifts his glasses to his lips, taking a long of the liquid with a sigh of displeasure."It is nobler to heal than to harm. I see that violence is a symptom of the larger sickness plaguing our city. It helps stim it back, burning the festering wound, but I wish to heal it truly."

Claire Temple has posed:
A silent sip of that glass is taken, contemplating the lovely glass of scotch as they stare out over the city which does seem almost too pretty, minus the sirens. Claire exhales slowly, uncertain about his diatribe on super heroes. She's just tense enough that it all seems a little too personal for her. "I suppose. But... a lot more innocents are hurt when people try to do nothing. I'm just glad there's different ways to join the fight."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk nods slowly watching Claire with a nodding of his head; his hand is resting on that cane now."Indeed, it is complex. But what I want from this world is it to be better. Another way is all. I think that is not too much to ask. Sadly I have a meeting coming up shortly. The work for me never ends. My driver will take you home, Claire, I hope to see you again soon." With that, he pushes the button for the elevator as he waits with a smile at her."It was a lovely evening. Stay safe."

Claire Temple has posed:
For just a moment, she dares at touch. It's not a huge one, no end of the night kiss, but it's a brush of human connection. Her fingertips come up, resting on his arm for a gentle, warm moment. "Thank you for having me, Wil. It.. it was nice seeing you. Maybe we'll be able to do it in a way that is a bit more relaxing for both of us...soon." With that, she gives one more squeeze, finishes off her scotch, and turns back towards the doors. She rests the empty glass on the table before disappearing to the elevator, nothing left but her faint amber perfume.