5220/5 O'Clock Somewhere

5 O'Clock Somewhere
Date of Scene:	16 February 2021
Location:	Hat and Hare
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Marc Spector

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Dinah Lance has posed:
They say it's always 5 o'clock somewhere, right? Tonight it's the Hat and Hare. Still a bit early for the late night crowd, there are a few tables of regulars as well as several patrons at the bar. At the end of the bar sits a petite blonde, wearing comfortable jeans over boots, along with a snug-fitting white tee under a leather biker jacket.

Dinah hasn't exactly had a rough week, but it hasn't really been an easy one, either. Chalk it up to being a florist in the aftermath of Valentine's Day. Or maybe just chalk it up to being single on Valentine's Day. Or maybe Valentine's Day in general. Regardless of the reason, she's sipping white wine tonight.

Marc Spector has posed:
Well, she wasn't the only one who was single on Valentine's Day.

Also known as Singles Awareness Day.

Marc Spector, in his personality of Jake Lockley, just finished his tour as a cabby driver for today and has elected to get himself a drink as a 'pick me up' for the day...even though normal people typically resort to coffee for that. But who needs that, right?

So, in walks Marc Spector. He's dressed like he just got off a homeless street black: black pants, boots, a thick coat, beanie on his head where his black hair peaks out just enough to make it somehow stylish, and nothing on his face to let his facial features be seen clearly.

Unbeknownst to him, either from not paying attention or just being in his own world, he ends up over by Dinah Lance. "W-whiskey, please." he says in a slightly shy way.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance is, perhaps a whole foot shorter than Marc (or Jake) if she were standing flat-footed. A fingertip slowly circles the rim of her wineglass, which is good enough quality to emit a low singing from the resonance. She looks over as the big, shabbily-dressed newcomer eases onto a bar stool close by. "Something to take the chill off, hmm?" she offers, probably to Marc.

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc doesn't seem to mind Dinah's presence, receiving his drink and is about to take a sip when Dinah speaks to him.

Whether it is the sound of her voice or her appearance when he turns his head to look upon her, his cheeks flare up a bright red and his drink hand starts to shake a little bit. "Y-Yeah..Y-You?" Marc returns the question to her, as if asking why she's there so early rather than come with the night crowd.

Also, proceed to internally scream because she's gorgeous and he's a introvertedy shy guy.

ANOTHER PERSONALITY PLEASE HELP!

But despite his internal turmoil, Marc plays it surprisingly cool on the outside.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance looks up from the glass, offering a small smile while her fingertip continues the slow, resonant circling. "Something like that, yeah. Cold outside and too quiet at home." she replies. Why else would anyone be at the bar this early? The woman glances around the bar, then.

"I'm not a regular here, myself, but it seems like a nice enough place. First time for you here?"

Marc Spector has posed:
A resonate circling that may or not produce sound, though Marc seems largely focused on his drink and even though he appears like an experienced drinker, the expression he makes when he takes a sip of that strong beverage makes his face contort something awful. "Good morning.." he tells himself, regardless of what time it actually is.

Whiskey does a lot, yo.

But his attention shifts back to Dinah, gulping a little bit. "W-Well, I've been here a couple of times...I don't drink often." hel ooks nervous and it shows in his body language. He looks around the bar for a second, and perhaps known or unbeknownst to them, two gentlemen at the far end of the bar seem to be having a verbal disagreement that is slowly escalating.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Situational awareness is a big part of martial arts training, so even though Dinah's attention is focused on the conversation she is very well aware of the disagreement at the other end of the bar. She pauses to raise the wine glass to her lips, only instead of actually drinking she barely wets her lips this time. "I'd say it's my first time, but only if you promise not to make any 'virgin' jokes." she offers, upper lip twitching into a smile.

Setting the glass down on the bar, she offers a hand. "I'm Dinah." The nails are short, fingers more rough than smooth. Fighter's callouses on the knuckles and palm.

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc seems to chuckle a little bit as Dinah gives him her deal. "I'll take that offer." Marc smirks just a tad, perhaps this is the more confident personality starting to shine its way through into dominance.

Or maybe not, since he jerks his head nervously towards the guys seemingly about to escalate it into what we call a problem. But, he's distracted from it by Dinah offering her hand to him, to which Marc looks at it for a second before lifting his own to shake it. Just as he touches her hand, multiple thoughts go through his brain.

'Warm. Rough. Does work with her hands. Knuckles are calloused, trained fighter. Minor pricks on the fingers, too small and subtle to be needle markings. Flowers?'

Thank God for CIA training.

"I'm Marc." His hands are just as calloused as Dinah's, if not slightly moreso. Though his hands are large and strong. He's polite and even rigid as he sits. Military?

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's non-verbal assessment is as thorough as his, albeit coming from a different angle. Hands are clasped, held momentarily, then part. "Nice to meet you, Marc." she replies. Holding his gaze, she offers in a lower voice. "Don't look, but the guys at the other end of the bar don't seem to be getting along."

And sure enough, the argument is becoming more heated if anything.

"No pool cues, and neither one looks like he's packing. But there are a couple long-necks within reach. Just sayin', since your back is towards them. I'll keep an eye on them."

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc gives Dinah's hand a firm shake. "L-Likewise.." he offers her, even as she attempts to point out to him the guys who look more than amply ready to throw some hands. Thankfully though, Marc looks her in the eyes, suddenly all sense of nervousness is gone.

"If he's packing, then stay behind the bar. I'll take care of it." He informs her slightly, even as the gentlemen have gone from insulting each other with curse words few people have even heard before to shoving each other forcefully.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's smile twitches into something more akin to a smirk when he tells her to get behind the bar. "Thanks, but I'm good. This isn't my first rodeo, and there's only two of them." So either she's had too much to drink... which isn't likely, from her demeanor... or she's just overly cocky. "If somebody goes for a bar stool or a bottle, I'll say something." She shifts her feet on the rung of her own stool, then. "Either way, I've got the center of the room."

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc stares into Dinah's eyes for a moment. While she has nice eyes, he clearly seems to disapprove of Dinah standing ground. Not because of any masculine pride, but because he just doesn't want any more people in the crosshairs than needs to be. But, he can tell that she's a stubborn one, or at the very least foolhardy, but he simply just acknowledges his situation and moves forward.

That being said, the two gentlemen do indeed start pulling weapons. The first just breaks his bottle on the bartop and now its a sharp weapon, the other? Pulls a handgun. They haven't made any official moves on each other yet, but they need to act now.

Which is why, Marc straightens his arm to allow a knife to fall out of his sleeve, he intends to throw it with force to strike the gunman's hand, intending for him to drop his weapon.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance has a good view of the action over Marc's shoulder, and she calls it out softly as things start to go down. "Bottle... and gun." she murmurs. And that's all she can say before things start to happen.

Dinah is there one moment and gone the next, the small blonde rolling off of her bar stool and coming up towards the center of the room. As advertised. Her stance is casual, mixed styles favoring open hand. "Hey, fellas!" she calls out, trying to distract the two for just a moment.