4152/A Very Civil Action

A Very Civil Action
Date of Scene:	16 November 2020
Location:	A small cafe in midtown, frequented by lawyers.
Synopsis:	Hank doesn't win his civil action.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Walters, Hank Pym

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Jennifer Walters has posed:
Caveman Coffee isn't that big of a place, but it offers a damn fine cup of coffee, pastries baked at a local bakery, and a warm atmosphere. What's best is that it's within walking distances to the law offices of Jennifer Walters Esq. It's no secret that she spends some time after work to just chill out with a cuppa to decompress from the stress of working for a living.

The jade giantess is seated in one of the many comfy chairs that's littered about the place, a steaming latte on the table next to her and a laptop on her lap. She's still dressed in her business attire, her hair tied up in a bun, and her glasses on as she types away at her computer. Apparently 'chilling out' is just 'working at a different location.'

Hank Pym has posed:
Humans know Jennifer chills there. So do some six legged friends residing in a potted rubber tree plant. Even now one watches her, antennae twitching.

Thus a server comes along presently bearing a desert sampler and placing it on the Sensational One's table. He smiles as he rips up the check. "Ms. Walters, the gentleman at the coffee bar insisted he bay your check and buy this sampler as well. I... told him it was your favorite." He takes his leave with a small nod towards the coffee bar.

Hank Pym.

Hank -Pym-?

Dark maroon blazer over a black tee shirt. Well tailored dress jeans tucked into stylish boots. He smiles at her.

His face doesn't crack. He points to himself and then to her table ??'s in his eyes.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Accepts the sampler graciously, and her eyebrows lift in surprise as the server explains to her that Pym is picking up the tab. She cranes her neck to see that Hank is looking at her hopefully and she waves him on over.

She grins as he approaches, "I guess you're getting back to me from all those times I brought donuts to you during Nadia's naturalization troubles." She takes a sip of her latte as she watches him get settled. "So what brings you by?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nonchalantly drops a sugar cube into the rubber tree plant's pot as he passes.

He starts to pull at a nonexistent collar as he sits. Is it warm in here. He puts his hand out to take Jen's if he'll let her and says, "You. You handled all that paperwork for my so called squirt and me and when you presented it... you stuck by me at that damnable party. You know I don't do crowds well. Don't think I could have missed it. Thank you for that too." Then he leans over and half rises to give her a kiss on the cheek. "But there's more... a couple cookies and coffee doesn't begin to cover it."

Stephen Strange is not the only person who can perform magic, though his is the sufficiently advanced science type. He reaches into his blazer pocket and seems to pull a truly huge bouquet out to present to Jennifer. Among the flowers a a number of green daisies of course. Then he pulls a large gift wrapped box out and lays it before her.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jen leans forward to let Hank take her hand, and gently squeezes it as Hank recounts the ways that she's helped him recently. "That's what friends are for," she says. "I'll never hesitate to help. You know that."

She cocks her head curiously as Hank reaches for something and then surprises her with a bouquet and a gift box. "Oh, Hank!" she says, "You shouldn't have!" She takes the flowers and searches for somewhere to set them, and manages to find a spot on the table between her laptop and coffee. "That's an awful lot of flowers," she confesses. She grins as she picks up the gift box and asks, "What's this?" before carefully unwrapping it.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles a little nervously, waiting for her reaction. The package contains a collected writings of Samuel Adams from 1888 and a cd of -Green Mansions- likely a joke unless Jennifer likes Audrey Hepburn or Tony Perkins. He shrugs. "I had to kind of guess for you present sorry. Ben was no help at all. Called me a 'panty waist.' I hope you like them. The Audrey Hepburn movie is quite good though, I prefer Breakfast at Tiffany's."

Hank awaits the reaction some more, not sure what to do with his free hand.

//Don't worry big friend, you got this!//

\Thank you, little friends.\

//Spider! Later! Runrunrunrunrunrun!//

Jennifer Walters has posed:
"Oh!" Whatever Jen was expecting it was not this. She turns the book over in her hands, examining the cover and opens the book to flip through a couple of pages before setting it down to look at the DVD. She smirks at the title. "Well," she says fondly, "Ben is an old fashioned kind of guy who only has a passing familiarity with subtlety."

"Thank you," she says, turning her eyes up to meet Hank's. "I've never seen the movie, so I'll give it a try." She places the book and DVD next to her flowers and selects a small pastry to devour. "This is really thoughtful of you."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says, "Ehhh the movie was my idea. I... well I had a type, Jennifer. Short, slim, with eyes to die for. Anyway... I should let you get back to your cafe work I suppose. Get back to the kid, if she's even home." He gets up to go and thens sits down again. "No I haven't come all the way from Jersey to go home. Jen... I would like... to ask you... to go out... with me... for a date." Yeah must be hot in here. Hank's upper lip as a shine to it. He reaches for her hand again but stops halfway to it. "I'm sorry, I haven't asked a beautiful woman out in some time and I usually talk smarter than this. Anyway if it's no, I still wanted to thank you for your help. Also say, you should have won that wrestling match."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
Jennifer waits patiently as Hank gets up to leave, then reverse course to sit down and ask her out. Her smile falters a bit as a swirl of emotions flit through her. "Oh. Oh Hank," she says sadly. "I'm flattered you thought to ask me, but I like you..." and here's where the hammer drops, "As a friend. It's good to see you getting interested in dating again, but," she shakes her head, "Not me."

She reaches out to take Hank's hand in friendly way and gives it an encouraging squeeze. "You'll find somebody who's right for you, don't you worry." Geez, there's no way to let someone down like that and not make it sound awful. She grins when he mentions the wrestling match and takes her hand back. "Naw. Ben's the professional. He knows what he's doing. I was just the upstart kid. Besides I don't think I could take that kind of punishment as regularly as he does."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods and smiles. "Okay, there's really nothing more to say. I hope you like the presents. Thanks again. I'll see you at the next meeting. Nite." He gets up to go not looking back. Outside quickly shrinks down to ant sized and leaps onto a flying ant. The any takes him up into the night sky and he looks down at the people and says, "Now you're all ants. Maybe I can make sense of you better now?" He laughs then, a tiny sound lost in the wind as the ant speeds west