4188/Daisy says hai.

Daisy says hai.
Date of Scene:	20 November 2020
Location:	3B - Alexander's Greenwich Loft
Synopsis:	Daisy hassles Alex about something mean.
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Johanna Mitchell, Daisy Johnson

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Clack-clack clack-clack, the television is heard as it displays on the screen yet another episode of SlowTV's hit show, 'PoV Train Trips' with this one being, according to the caption, a more urban vehicle on its way to Frankfurt. Though across the German landscape it is still rather beautiful except for the parts where the train pulls in to the stops, and even those are interesting from a people watching standpoint.
    Yet once again, after a long day at class and having finished his evening workout, Alexander Aaron sprawls on the back of the sofa like some big kitty of prey, lying on his side with one foot dangling over onto the seat area, his head partially to the side and almost upside down. Near one hand is the remote and it's there that he takes his ease in repose.
    Distantly he raises his voice, "Hey, this is a good one. They don't turn off the camera in the station anymore." Since indeed, that had been a point of contention for the young deity.

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    "Huh?"
    Somewhere in the house, a water tap turns off.
    About a minute later, someone shambles into the sitting room, wearing naught but a fluffy white bathrobe that is snuggly wrapped, and with a matching towel topping her head in a twisted, and tucked pile. Loose strands of wet hair that didn't make the pack stick out around the shell of her ears as Johanna stands in the connecting hallway.
    "What did you say?" She asks quietly, looking at the TV for just a few seconds to see that, once again, it's that SlowTV thing. And she turns to give Alex a perplexed stare that is two parts loving and three parts confusion.
    As she waits for an answer she dabs into her hand, which she's holding out from herself. Some sort of cream sits in the palm of her hand, and she uses her opposite hand to dab into the beauty care, and delicately rubs it in with her finger-pads. "You know," she murmurs at one point. "I gotta get you Red Dead Redemption 2. There's a whole entire thing involving trains. Can ride it all around the map and stuff."
    Rather than return to the bathroom from whence she came, she... flicks her eyes back to the telly-tube, and she actually starts watching it with him. Still idly applying the cream the whole time, and still standing. But watching it all the same, in the same way a cat might get distracted by a moving car outside the window.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It had been a while since Daisy had checked in on Alexander, having seen him a lot less now that he wasn't on Happy Harbor anymore. It's not as if he was her responsibility officially, nor was she assigned to him as his liaison officer. But he was a friend, so she might as well check up on the guy and see what he has been up to. She had made sure to bring a six-pack as offering to the Gods (literally!), it hanging casually between a couple of fingertips while she approaches the Loft's door..

Cue in a laser pointer to distract the 'cats' from their tv show (not literally this time!) by ways of a knock-knock ...., knock on the door.

A voice is heard shortly after, which may be familiar to some, "SHIELD! Open up!" right, give him a scare. Maybe she will get a door kicked in the face. But at least she knew someone was inside, feeling the vibrations.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "It's not so much the trains, it's, you know. People watching. And the vistas. S'why I like that they don't cut the camera anymore in the train stations."
    Alexander rolls to the side somewhat eyebrows raising as he tells her, "I mean I can understand the privacy concerns or whatever. But..." He motions with the remote towards the television screen, "All of those people have lives and are off doing their own thing. So many stories and course and paths and their own little encapsulated universes. Like we see the same thing looking out our window."
    He turns back and then shifts his hips a little so it's more comfortable, wearing just his grey sweat shorts and today a black t-shirt that has Yoda on it with the caption, 'When 700 Years Old You Reach. Speak English Good You Will Not!' But beyond that naught else since he's just lazing and lounging around as well.
    "Besides I played RDR2, was fun." Though he seems about to say something else. But stops.
    For that is the moment someone shouts 'SHIELD!'
    Which has the youth's smile broadening and almost /instantly/ he hops up from the couch though less like a cat and more like a Golden Retriever suddenly realizing that the mail man is there and must be taught the error of his ways.
    Which has him _rolling_ off the back of the couch and landing in a thump as he shouts, "Oh shit, flush all the drugs!"
    Which is rather different than his casual stroll towards the door as he seems rather more inclined to leisurely open it up than to freak out.

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    Having not actually heard what Alexander had mentioned before, Johanna misinterprets the exposition. She lifts her hands, spreading them in front of her chest (the cream sticking on her palm admirably well!) as she throws down quickly, "I'm not judging you for wanting to watch it. I mean. Like I said before. It's kinda' like watching a screensaver. But it's kind of cute. I guess I just prefer to do my people watching in person."
    Her hand flips and she judges the amount of lotion left before shrugging, pressing both hands together and rubbing them together before gently massaging, and then pat-drying the product in. Her face is going to glow, damnit.
    The knock-knock...., knock on the door grabs Johanna's attention acutely. Inky eyes fasten on the door's peephole as though she might have the acute sense to peer through it from her vantage (she does not). But where Alex experiences a moment of fun and recognition, Johanna experiences a mild-mannered anxiety surge. He rolls off the couch with a thunk that will most assuredly send vibrations through the floor, and she takes off swift-footed toward the bedroom. There may be a time in life where she has the courage to answer the door with a facemask and a robe, and fluffy slippers; she could be holding a champagne glass and greeting said guests with a smarmy, "Welcome to Chateau Johannes," but today would not be that day.
    And thus, Daisy is greeted to Alexander and an empty sitting room behind him!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I can hear scuffling in there!" Daisy replies, now with her shoulder resting against the door lazily. And really, mighty hearing this one has if she is able to hear what's going on inside. Or maybe she bugged the appartment! Can never be too careful with those SHIELD types, always privacy invading! But most people would probably believe that instead of believing she has powers.. At least not the rather casually-dressed Daisy, jeans, boots, a woolen shirt that covers up and including her neck and a jacket. It's cold in New York these days! Hair is held loose, the dark brown hair draping loosely about shoulders and her back.

When she notes the door opening up she straightens up and when Alexander opens the door she has a raised brow in offer to him, arms folded with the six pack still held by her fingers, eyeing him in a studying manner. "That took you a bit." and for some reason she doesn't really think he is alone. "Is this a bad time?" She questions, lifting the six-pack and dangling it.

"I brought offerings regardless." There. Free beer!

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Hey!" Alexander's features brighten as the door opens revealing a Daisy Johnson. Which has his gaze lowering to the proffered beers and then the woman, "Thanks, no it's totally a cool time." As he says he accepts the beers and then offers greetings with a one-armed half-hug before he steps back and gestures inside, even as he starts to walk down that small hallway from the foyer leading into the living area.
    The Olympian youth turns his head and calls out, "Hey Johanna, it's a friend." He strolls toward the kitchen and pulls open a drawer, all of the various accoutrements within shake and rustle while he digs around inside for the bottle opener which has him popping the tops off of three of the beers.
    "You want a lime or anything?" Since some folk like that with particular flavors of beers.
    Then he lowers his voice a little and tells Daisy, "Umm, Johanna is my significant other type person. She's pretty cool. I think you'll like her." And with that he extends one of the beers to Daisy.

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    If Daisy has that super sensitive hearing type thing going on, then what she hears from the back of the Greenwich loft is a gremlin that's given into bouts of closet diving. There is undeniable movement afoot within the apartment that's not taking place within the immediate vicinity. Plastic hangers are being slid along metal rods, drawers are being opened and closed, and someone is doing it at warp speed.
    But the loft looks nice! Minimalist decor with just an added touch of something extra. The light of a crisp Autumn day shines through the windows. Blue skies. Cold, bitter winds. And the loft is just high enough to see the scraggly, bony trees underneath of the local park area.
    As Alex makes his call out toward the bedroom, there is a muffled, "Okay, I'll be right out!"
    At face value this is a lie, since she's not 'right out'.
    But she will be!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Following after Alexander Daisy slips her fingertips into the pockets of her jeans, attentive gaze taking in the living room, nose scrunching up when she sees what's on TV .. "Nice screensaver ..." she murmurs, doing a small tour, over the living room and then to the kitchen. She makes sure to stay away from the bedroom.

"A lime...?" She finally pays attention to what Alexander is going on about, eyes on him as if he had grown an extra head. "Do I look like a barbarian to you? Whoever has lime with their beer?" really..., some people! So she takes her NORMAL beer without any extras, nor waiting for Alexander to offer anything else to add to it just in case..

Some surprise comes to her expression when he talks about a significant other, nodding her head in approval. "That's quite the step forward from your Happy Harbor days. Good to see you aren't letting your .., legacy.., keep you down." she lifts her beer in a salute but doesn't drink just yet. She shall wait until Johanna is out.

"If you wait too long your beer will get cold!" which is the point! And it's said in a jesting way to the still-hidden Johanna. She looks at Alexander then, "Haven't seen you since ..., Josie's right?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "It's a TV show," Alexander says, a little defensively in tone of voice but amusement clear in his smile as he motions with his beer. "Not a screensaver." He says and all he's missing is the 'sha' sound that is needed in such a moment.
    Yet he then tilts the bottle toward Daisy, returning that salute, then hopping onto one of the stools near the breakfast 'nook' area close to the kitchen pass through. He leans against the counter and says, "Limes are good with pale beers, like... you know, Corona. Or Dos Aquis. Or seasonal things. You uncultured heathen." See, Alexander knows his drinking!
    Or has been watching some food shows lately. Either/or.
    But then she mentions Happy Harbor and Alexander crinkles his nose slightly, pushing one hand through that ragged mop of his blond hair as he says with a sort of sad half-smile. "Yeah." Said likely about the whole idea of dating, and then he adds as if slipping past that particular topic and moves on to their last meeting. "Josie's, yes. Oh!"
    Something strikes his attention, "Agent Croft, did you hear about her thing in Central Park? The Staff and magic and Egypt and the Egyptian Gods there? That was /messed/ up."

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    The warning about beer going cold is the appropriate bell to ring with this one, it seems. No less than thirty seconds pass from the time Daisy calls out that warning does the door to the boudoir open and out pops Johanna in the flesh. And in clothes. Mostly in clothes.
    Her accoutruements are simple. It's comfortably warm within the loft and so she wears a sleeveless white blouse and hip-hugger jeans to go with it. No shoes, but she's opted for fuzzy white socks that probably have some type of textured sole to them. "Hey," she beams at Daisy, approaching the breakfast nook with her hand lifted in a wave for the SHIELD agent. It's one of those bright, comfortable business smiles, and when that hand drops, it's to grab the opened beer that's waiting for her.
    As he brings up the Central Park thing, Johanna occupies her mouth with the bottle. She upturns it fully to take a lengthy swig, to tag at the end of what Alex says, "I only saw it from the apartment window, there."
    She gestures toward the window. "The whole sky went violet. Then some weird shit started appearing out of no where. I watched it all mainly through the news, though. While Alex as actually there."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Warm inside the apartment... That does remind Daisy to take out that jacket! So the beer is left on the counter for a moment while she shrugs out of it. "I heard about Lara's .., 'thing', as you call it." a faint smirk appearing on her expression. "I do get access to shield reports afterall." even sometimes to those she shouldn't have clearance to. But no need to go into that! "I read that even ..., Spiderman was present?" she lifts a brow at this, perhaps fishing out for more info.

When Johanna speaks more of it she looks towards her, canting her head to the side. "Heya, I am Daisy." she replies, offering a thumbs up to the other woman and taking her in with her gaze. She nods after a moment, beaming a grin before paying attention to the story. "Yea, he does have a penchant of getting himself in trouble rather easily." a look given to Alexander.

"And no, don't even try to deny it." She takes in a drink from her beer, craning her neck back.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Daisy Johnson, this is Johanna Mitchell." Alexander offers in way of introduction even as he extends the third opened beer to the newly arrived Ms. Mitchell only for her to snatch it up almost instantly! "Johanna Mitchell, this is Agent Johnson. She helped me out once during that... thing with my uncles."
    Then he tilts his head to Daisy, "She knows about my family and the crazy." Which is good for them to know so there aren't too many secrets or reasons to hide whatever.
    But then he turns back to the topic of the incursion in Central Park and he smiles a little, "It was a wild situation, big fight. You would've liked it. Lots of heroic people. I mainly just tried to stay near and protect Agent Croft, but it was kinda cool."
    There's a beat, then he says with a crooked smile as he looks between Johanna and Daisy, "Miss Johnson here was my guidance counselor back in my last year of high school. So you can see why I turned out so badly."

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    Damn right she snatches it from him.
    "Your guidance counselor, huh?" Johanna asks wryly, fixing Daisy up with a squint momentarily. Taking the physical sum of her, now that she's without her jacket. "Do we pin her to the countertop here, and question her about her crimes against humanity or do we get her another beer?"
    There's a pause as she asks a touch more somberly, "Is it incidental that someone that's a guidance counselor in a high school is also apart of SHIELD?"
    Johanna lays an arm on the countertop and leans her body into it with casual ease. Those socks anchor her firm into her lean, hips swaying outward on relatively straight legs, and chest huddled into her forearm. Her spare hand holds her drink down and near her thighs save for on occasional lift as she slowly, and surely polishes it off.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy may not be the buffest of the buffs that ever buffed, but she still seems well built enough, certainly no Agent that spends her time behind the desk, filling her woolen shirt nicely, a laugh escaping her about being pinned. "That's direct. You don't like SHIELD much?" some amusement there but then she addresses the question. "No coincidence where it comes to SHIELD though... Alexander's school was, and is, special. Despite all, he came out alright, most of the times." she admits. A pause and she takes another swig out of her beer, elbow resting on the counter, one leg crossed over the other at the ankles. A rather loose posture.

Alexander stating that Johanna knows about his secret makes her let out a sigh of relief. "And good, would hate to have to dance around the issue about your family drama. Hope your uncle got what's coming to him already, or is there still reckoning to be done about it?" She inquires. So casual. Lets go slap a God around, sure ....

She finally lifts her beer in Johanna's direction. "But anyway, who *is* Johanna Mitchell? I am curious, blame me."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "It was..." Alexander crosses his legs at the ankles and takes a sip of his beer, smiling to them both as he sort of looks between them. "A school for metahuman type people, so they could sort of mainstream in a way. It was interesting. Daisy was there I think to keep an eye on things in part."
    That said he then shakes his head in answer to Daisy's question, "I wasn't privy to the conversation, but I think they both plead innocent in various ways. And my grandfather has never been hugely... protective of mortals unless they worshiped him so..."
    A grimace twists Alexander's visage briefly, "My dad's still pissed at them, so they've been scarce at the least."
    Though when Daisy asks Johanna who she is, he sort of smiles and then goes back to the fridge to reclaim the remaining beers since with this crowd it seems like they'll go fast.

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    Johanna's brow furrows and her head cants toward shoulder as she corrects, "Oh... No, no, it's not that." And then her tongue flicks to the front of her teeth as she tries to choose a more careful set of words, eyes momentarily downcast. "I don't really know how I feel about SHIELD in general. I mean, I... barely know what you guys do," her eyes flit furtively to give Daisy the lookover once more before she playfully swings her hips in the gal's direction as if she were giving an extended booty bump.
     "As long as you don't got one of those flashy things from Men in Black in your back pocket, you're alright in my book." She lifts up the beer pointedly so that the heavy, but semi-emptied bottle gives sway before she sets it on the counter with a sound little thunk. She's an easy person.
    She listens passively to the conversation about Alexander's family, demurely keeping her eyes along the counter top. At one point she shoves a hand through her damp hair, to keep it from falling into her eyes with little success.
    "That rat bastard? She's a wanker," Johanna replies easily with a broad grin that flashes white gleaming teeth at Daisy to her question. "I'm an open book. Watcha' wanna' know?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Saving the world from itself .., one day at a time.." Daisy replies about what SHIELD does, letting out a brief sigh. "At least that's how it feels sometimes." a low chuckle leaving her lips and she again taking a drink, this time draining what was left inside it. The bottle is set aside, "And yes, that's what I was doing, keeping an eye on *troublemakers*.." a look given to Alexander and she letting out a tsk.

"We have way better things than the flashy thing from MiB.." A snort, "Though my version was left on my other pants. You are lucky." followed by a wink and the snatch of another beer. She bought those so she is in her right! She pops the cap off and looks back to Alexander, "Well, at least something good came out of it if they are keeping themselves away." even if she is none too happy about the whole thing. "Did you ever find anything else about that society?" she inquires, brows furrowing.

But Daisy's attention then goes fully to Johanna, clearly not someone to let an opportunity to question someone to go past her. "Well, how long have you two met each other? I am a bit surprised about him having found someone.." a sideways glance to Alexander, "*Specially* without having said anything." the rascal. Keeping his life private. Pfftt.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Yeah, actually. " Alexander says as he looks at the remaining beers and seems thoughtful for a moment. "I took those gold coins from that celebration to sort of see what I could see. I was thinking of taking them and trading on my father's name with some people of ill repute to find out what I can."
    But then life sort of has a way of getting away from oneself.
    He makes a face, "I'll leave it up to Johanna if she wants to tell the story." He smiles sidelong at her, then back to Daisy. "For now, I'll go grab some more for us to drink, and you guys can chat while I'm gone."
    Alexander then slides off his stool and leans over to give Johanna a brief kiss to her cheek before he heads over to grab his coat off the rack and starts to shoulder it on. "I've had a hankering for some Sangria, you guys down with that?" And as he says that he's already grabbing the keys from the bowl beside the door and pulls it open. And unless they object strenuously... he heads on out.

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    Johanna's smile gets all the more plucky when Alex leans in for the cheek smooch, and her eyes follow him toward the door, and on the way out until he keys the lock in place from the outside.
    And she snaps her attention back toward Daisy. "He's such a weird kid. First the stuff on TV that he watches. And then having a craving for sangria."
    But with him gone, she eyes the seating along the nook and makes claim on one. A stool is pulled out, and she swells her hip onto the seat, and gets settled scooch by scooch until she sits proudly opposite of Daisy.
    "Weeeeeeell... I'd say about a year and a half, really? Give or take a few months. I was one of the instructors at a dojo he was visiting. So I knew -of- him but I mostly worked with children and so I didn't really interact with him much." Her eyes gloss over momentarily as she sees something past and beyond Daisy. Memories bidden to the surface of her mind. "But I left that dojo eventually to go traveling. Just came back last month. Fate strung us together, I suppose, because I ended up nearly falling into his lap while taking a walk in the park. We recognized each other. He..." Her eyes cast back down at her fingers on the countertop and a smile softens the planes of her face. "Demanded to take me out for dinner and, I guess it happened like that." She gives her fingers a quick snap. "
    "Are there people that protest SHIELD?" Albeit the question itself is a bit delayed, it's from the same thread of thought from before. "Like, do you get a whole bunch of internet troll nutters thinking you guys are all tied in with illuminati bullshit and stuff?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Remember to take your fake ID..." Daisy says to Alexander while he is walking out. And boo. Age jokes! But that's payback for sometimes she being called Ms. Daisy. Pffftt. "Oh, and white wine for the Sangria, of course." picky too.

Though then the door is locked and she is left alone with the other woman. It makes those dark brown gaze to fall back on Johanna, she watching her with a low mmm, taking a drink from her second beer. "His heart's on the right place. That's what matters I think. I didn't even know he liked watching those things.." she admits of the screensaver.

And if anything Daisy can be quite the listener, her smile mild and once she gets on to talk about the tale of their meeting she doesn't really interrupt, instead turning to sit up on the counter, legs dangling. "Martial arts?" a nod, as if she had confirmed her thoughts. It's the kind of body one doesn't gain only at the gym. "It's always been one of his big interests. And well, mine too now.." she says, "SHIELD has a way of shaping us up in ways we didn't expect at first. But you are a martial arts instructor then?"

The late question is answered with a small nod, "Some." then she lets out a laugh, amused for some reason. "Well, a lot actually. I used to be one of those people, protesting and working actively against them." memories that have her shake her head slowly, "Conspiracy theories in the internet is the new thing though.. So there's always one or another cropping up. Many which are the responsibility of our enemies."

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    "I didn't either until I came home one day and he was just watching it on the telly. It was kind of... cute actually," she grins with some bemusement that brings a twinkle to those dark eyes of hers. In this lighting? They look like coal without definition between iris and pupil. "He uh. He wasn't even sitting on the couch right. He was hanging upside down with his feet up on the backing," she gestures with her hands, trying to help Daisy picture it, "and his head hanging down off the couch seats. So he has to be at least a little bored by it, right? Like, I remember when I used to do that on the couch and it was never due to a sense of contentment."
    She nods her head when Daisy says the magic M word. "Yeah. Martial arts. And was," she corrects, holding up both of her index fingers about face level in an orchestrative manner. "Right now I'm a bit of a free-loader until the right opportunity comes along. Apparently when you don't have working references from the day before yesterday, everyone starts the hmmming and hawing." Her lips spread in a grin again as she takes her bottle and finally finishes it off. When the last drop is had she smacks the empty bottle back down on the counter with a satisfying /thack!/
    As Daisy shares the barest detail about her past, she unwittingly sends out a lure that Johanna, hungry little fish that she is, decides to bite into. She does the forward lean, that quiet indicator that she's actively interested in what's being said. Her eyes connect with Daisy's, and beneath, her fingerpad begins to draw an idle circle on the space between them. "So what made you make that switch? That decision of 'Hey... These might be the good guys?'"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Oh, Daisy can certainly picture it ... She isn't even a stranger to doing similar stuff when waiting for some particular algorithm or another to finish on her computer.. Hacking isn't as glorious as people often think of in movies.. It even has her grimace. "Yea ..., I can imagine it well." she says. "He's always been the more active type but .., he can get like that." she nods slowly, not going too into it.

As the conversation shifts to martial arts it has her do one of those 'Hmmms', but at leas not the 'hawwws', "Well, where have you trained?" she then asks, maybe asking for those references! "We both know that Alexander isn't exactly an easy opponent to go against so .., if you can fight him off than you are most likely a good martial artist." though she is still most likely trying to figure out if she is powered or not. Not that she asks directly! "SHIELD is always looking for good ones."

The question about the switch has her grin, "That's .., a bit of a big story. But it started with them finding me in my van and slipping a black bag in my head. Very friendly..." she rolls her eyes. "Not that I can blame them since I was actively trying to hack into them." minor transgression!

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    At the question of where she's trained, Johanna stares across the counter space at Daisy. Her eyes had been matched with Daisy's, but now they drift. Once again, she sees something that isn't quite there. Memories that she's kept carefully wrapped in her heart begin to unfold. The beautiful mountainous valleys, the crystal capped snow speaks of seemingly endless heights, and the beauty, all at the base of...
    Her eyes half-lid.
    "Tibet."
    A pause swells in her throat, ripe and pregnant with further words. Things that she might want to say. Things that's she not going to say. Things that are fettered perhaps by the fact that Daisy is still very much a stranger to her. "I think perhaps if Alexander were applying himself fully..." and there's a certain weight to how she says that, that suggests she's talking about something a bit more than focus, "it would be no contest. But human to human..." Her lips quirk. "We are well matched against each other."
    And, well. Since Daisy said it. "If SHIELD is looking to pass out some pay stubs..." she wiggles her eyebrows up and down suggestively while leaning in toward the other woman. Then she catches her bottom lip with her teeth, lifts her hand, and begins rubbing her fingers together in a universally understood gesture of rubbing them dolla' bills together. "Just say'n."
     Then Daisy begins to give way more of her story, and once again she has Johanna's rapt interest--and blatant amusement as she mentions the head bag. She actually has to clap that hand that she'd been gesturing with across her mouth to hide the brilliant grin that's going on, and even then it's impossible to mask the way it affects her voice as she muses, "I gotta say. Their new hire-on perks is sounding strong so far. Do go on."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    While the two young women were chit-chatting, Alexander was /indeed/ off to get more alcohol despite the suspicions of one or the other of them. Their lack of faith in him was clearly misplaced, as he so innocently wandered into the corner package store and gave a wave sidelong, "Heya, Mr. Gupta."
    The electronic hum of the motion sensor at the door chimed up with a faint trill to let the old Indian man know that the youth was once again frequenting his establishment and once again the man offered greeting only with a raised hand.
    It didn't take the Olympia youth very long to lay claim to two twelve-packs from inside the freezer, sliding them out and tucking them in under his arms before he wanders on back to the front of the store. His wallet was flipped out and set on the counter, the front flap opening almost naturally and displaying that fake ID that the youth has for just such occasions. It's only a minute. Perhaps two before money changes hands, the cash register rings, and the heavy paper bags are scooped up and tucked under the young man's arms. Wallet secure in his pocket he gives a nod, "See you later." Cheerful and polite.
    And off he goes to head back down the street, the single block and a few buildings before he reaches the front red brick stairwell of that brownstone that stands so prominently there in Greenwich village.
    Until eventually...
    They'll hear the keys in the door once again, and after only a few moments Alexander has returned! Though now burdened with a pair of paper sacks.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Tibet. Martial arts. That has Daisy arch her brows. "If you tell me you met a dragon I am walking out that door." The words are said with quite the amusement to them, clearly some story there. But she can understand the longing on the woman's gaze, eventually sobering up and dipping her head at her, "It must be quite the memories though.." she says, tone softer and she smiling just so.

At the pause she takes her time, adjusting herself on her chair, leaning back and folding her arms, "Well, consider it." she says about SHIELD, smirking as she starts rubbing fingers together. "The pay isn't exactly amazing though."

Though then she gets into her story she laughs out loud, "Yes, they are great at hiring. But they had a good reason for it as I was trying to break into their servers. Well, not just trying." a wink following. Because of course every hacker is arrogant enough about their craft. Cracking SHIELD servers? Sure thing! "I wasn't exactly in the right side of the law back then.. Well, it wobbled." She gesturing with one hand, "Was more of a grey hat really and ..."

She pauses when Alexander comes back in. "There you are. Got that fake ID a good use?"

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    "Because a dragon is less believable than stumbling onto a teenaged greek god in the park," Johanna smarms, the grin easy-going and her eyes light as she drifts free from her memories.
    "If it's alright I might bum your number off of Alex later and give you a call. I have to assume he has your number if you're coworkers, at any rate." She inspects her bottle again. It's empty. It's a shame. There's a certain cadence to drinking and conversations and this the exact sort of moment she'd reach for a drink to occupy herself.
    Daisy continues recounting the hiring process and Johanna looks thoroughly amused. "So what was the turning point after such ingratiating measures? If I had to guess, they... what? Gave you an ultimatum that was basically, "'Work for us or else?'"
    The lock on the door starts to twist and Johanna murmurs, "Hold that thought," and then Alexander swells through the threshold with bags. She beams brightly from over the kitchen counter at Alex, gives a casual, "Hey, you got the goods," and she grabs her own emptied bottle to walk it toward the sink for the recycling container. "Guess we'll have to stop talking about him now. It's less fun when it's not behind his back," she murmurs at Daisy as the bottle goes CLUNK in the plastic bin's bottom.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Annoucing loudly and without an ounce of remorse, Alexander tells Daisy clearly, "YUP!" Even as the bags crinkle and rustle while he saunters on end and leaves the on the counter. Yet he is a /good/ host as he pulls out one of the twelve packs and tears at the small cardboard divot that holds the bottles carefully in place, then yanks open the refrigerator door.
    But not before touching a small peck on the cheek to Johanna's as he strolls by.
    Then he starts filling the fridge with the brews, the glass clinking softly as they jostle for place in the cold confines. Once he's got twelve of them away he closes the door with a thumpf before he turns back and looks at the others.
    "So what did I miss?" His eyes flit from one to the other as he cracks the top off his own bottle having claimed one from the fridge and then offers one to each of them as he sidles up to that breakfast counter where they seem to have congregated. One of the stools is brought over into place and he hops onto it.
    As Johanna gives him grief he counters, "Oh, did Daisy tell you about our brief yet torrid affair?" He takes that moment to indulge in that /rhythm/ of drinking and conversation by choosing to take a nice long swallow of his beer and grins around it.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Pffft, greek gods. They are a dime a dozen prowling about.." Daisy replies, still with that amusement bright in her eyes, "Just that dragons, well..." she shakes her head, "Just a joke with someone and punching one.. Nevermind it." well, she does hang out with the Defenders afterall! Bound to get a few tales from Iron Fist ... About the phone she nods. "He has my contact, yea. So give me a call whenever." she assures the other woman.

"Yea, we were just conning you into believing we totally weren't talking about you by talking about how I got into SHIELD." The woman raising her shoulders briefly, pushing herself up to her feet to go hunt for a new beer to have.

"We did? Sort of skipped my mind if it did.." And she actually shifts her expression into a thoughtful one, tapping fingertips on her chin. "Nope, can't remember a thing."

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    In the same way that Johanna had pressed herself into the peck against her cheek when Alexander left, she does so again, grinning so brightly that her cheeks are rounded and presented for such an offering! She passes her own form of casual affection back to him before he can step too-far out of reach, a quick wrap of her arm around his waist for a single-armed hug, and then she returns back to her seat, still warm from her previous sitting.
    "Too brief for you, was it?" Johanna asks with a twinkle in her eyes, accepting the bottle from Alex, and then lifting the beverage up to the both of them in a mock cheers before taking a swig.
    With a side-long glance to Alexander she explains. "She hinted that SHIELD might be in want of some trained martial artists." And then... she glances down, looking at her bottle before throwing out there in the same way a fisherman throws a lure out for fish bites, "I'm still not entirely certain what SHIELD does, per se..."
    

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Daisy." Alexander says with a feigned down turn to his lips, a crinkle at the corners of his eyes, even... tears? A summoning of tears glistening there. "You really know how to hurt me." He lightly tap-taps his chest, "Right here, in the heart place." A sneefle.
    But then it slips into a wry grin as he glances over at Johanna and as if to be sure that she knows he tells her, "We didna." The last word said with a hint of playful teasing. He adjusts his posture in his seat and takes another swig of beer even though it's really wasted on him.
    "SHIELD has good training, and good people." Alexander says as he leans against the breakfast counter, looking between the two of them. "I just help out now and again, but they offer people good employment packages." Then he looks at Daisy, "I mean, so I've heard."
    But then that mischievous twinkle lights the young deity's eyes as he murmurs, "My father says they're mainly fascists that like to poke their noses into other peoples' business."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yes, yes. The heart place..." Daisy shakes her head, clearly not moved or even believing the faux tears. "Those tears are as imaginary as our affair. So there." and she puts a final end to that one, busying herself getting the bottle open and then turning to rest against the counter relaxedly. "Saving the world from itself, that's what SHIELD does." she says to Johanna, grinning faintly. "But it also all depends on what you'd want to do. If it's training agents, well, that should be mostly your turf, right?" she suggests.

"And yea, we poke our noses into their business, specially if they are set in bringing war or strife into the world. Is your father up to no good that you feel compelled to report? Is that it?" The question is made with mild amusement to it, offering a smirk to the young man.

"But well, just think about it Johanna. No pressure."

Johanna Mitchell has posed:
    "So they're fascists that poke their nose into other peoples' business, and they save the world while doing it," Johanna sums, and then she considers her fingernails momentarily against the backdrop of the counter. "Mmm.. Mm. M-hm. Elucidating. And we were actually just talking about the hire-on process as well," she mentions wryly, and with levity.
    She takes another drink from the bottle, throat bobbing and tensing as she swallows. "I still have yet to meet his dad," she admits. "I'm vaguely terrified about it."
    Johanna's eyes lift from her nails and she makes to stand on her own two feet. "I'm going to let you two long lost lovers reconnect. Thanks for the free drinks, Miss Daisy. I'll be sure to keep the offer in mind." Again, her bottle is lifted to the woman with a grin. "I'mma head back and read a book."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "What? Nah." Alexander makes a face, nose crinkling as he leans to the /other/ side now. "Most he's up to of late is grouching at me about the guys in his union not paying their dues." Which is an amusing thing in and of itself, at least to him.
    "Diana's still keeping an eye on him, though. But really, he's..." There's a moment as Alexander looks to the side, then shrugs. "He just seems tired of all the nonsense. I guess."
    But then Johanna is getting to her feet, Alexander grins after her, lifting a hand in departure. He takes a deep breath. "So okay." The young deity leans to the side, "You still keep an eye on the Happy Harbor folks? You gotta tell me how things are going there now that I'm gone and the light of my presence has left them all forlorn in their misery."
    As he says that he hands her another beer should she so need and gets settled down and hunkered in for a nice long chit-chat.