5360/Post-Drink Snack - TBD

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Post-Drink Snack - TBD
Date of Scene: 27 February 2021
Location: Royal Dragon Restaurant - Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Brunnhilde, Madigan Belle




Brunnhilde has posed:
It's Friday, late.  While the bars have not closed, it seems the local 'restaurants' in Hell's Kitchen stay open late like any good drunk food fare.

Brunnhilde is sitting at the bar surrounded by far too many appetizers for that location and far too many empty lowball glasses.  She's wearing a streetwear, black leather jacket with an integrated cotton hoodie.  She's left the hood down though.

Madigan Belle has posed:
Sporting her two eyed affair, Madi is queen of the town. Or so her bright eyed, looking around and smiling at everyone she can seems to beam off of her. She's doing an excessive amount of those two fingers pointing at your own eyes, then at someone else, like you are 'watching them'. If only others knew she had just gotten her contacts today and as such isn't wearing her glasses.

Finding that she had been wandering in Hell's Kitchen a wee bit later than anticipated, the hunger gets real. And, what better place, than a Chinese Restaurant to fill the nitch. As she walks up to the bar, anyone looking her way can easily see the way she has to sway her hips excessively to sort of swing her legs that otherwise use braces to lock and unlock, keeping her balance, along with a crutch she uses to aid her mobility.

At the bar she looks at all the food with wide eyes, "Whoa. Is this like, free. I mean? Or is it yours? Dayyyyymn Lady, wow. I mean, lots of food here, I'm so hungry. You can't believe the day I've had. Do you mind if I just..." She's taking a seat right next to the taller, darker haired woman. It takes her a moment to really settles to the bar, letting her crutch lean. And she's reaching out for some food that's already on display, "I'll get you a whole new order for just... one, egg roll." Though she's asking, she's also reaching.

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde hears the strange gate and spares a glance in that direction.  At first, she doesn't think she's being talked to.  She pops a dumpling into her mouth after dunking it with her fork.

"Take half of what you want, and we can split your round or you can settle up," Brunnhilde says with a smirk as she tracks that errant hand.  She knows her offer will allow her to have more warm food vs cold, even if it does bind her meal to a stranger.

Brunnhilde figures not crossing someone in Hell's Kitchen is a given, even over food.  "Deal?"

Madigan Belle has posed:
Madigan Belle already has the egg roll in her mouth as she's taking a bite. She smiles around it and nods her head, "Mmmm hmm." She says and then looks around for someone to order more food but she is currently devouring this egg roll, eyes wide open, mouth full, as she chews pretty quickly and then swallows. "Madi. I'm Madi. And now that you know my name you can summon me from the netherworld. So, it has to be a deal, right?"

Another bite and her eyes get wider again, "Mmmmmmnnnhgh thsh ish guhdh." She offers out with a mouth muffled by food, "Can I try this one?" She is all hands, no chopsticks, reaching out to grab a dumpling and dipping it into whatever sauce is nearby, and then she devours that as well soon afterwards. "Oh my god. I couldn't last another minute without food. I have my snacks, but the last time I stopped to eat snacks someone shot my Nintendo Switch." A pause, and she quirks her mouth and tilts her head, "Well, not really, he shot -at- my phone, but hit my Switch. Either way, there was a moment of silence. Limited Mario Kart edition, and now I'll have to get my uncle to get me another one. He's pretty good about finding limited edition things for me. That's what family's for, right?" And then she is grabbing at something else grabbable to eat, though it won't be too long before chopsticks are being taken out of their wrapping and a whole box of something, she's unconcerned with what, is grabbed, as she gets ready to consume.

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde's eyes flick over to Madigan as the young woman mentions one of those Midgard references to the more unfortunate afterlife.  "Sure.  That's how it works," without an ounce of enthusiasm that Madigan displays, but the attitude eases up a little in her next breath.

"Brunnhilde," the stranger offers.  "Go for it.  You're going to do it anyway," she observes openly.  "It's going on your tab.  In fact..."  Brunnhilde digs out her phone, unlocks it, and puts it on the bar top.  "Call yourself."  She smirks.

"You should just go into a bathroom to eat them," Brunnhilde suggests as if that isn't weird.  "Better than getting shot up...You aren't from here are you?"  As far as all of that Switch stuff and Mario Kart, she glosses over that.

"Sure," that's what family is for.  "And fucking you up."  Brunnhilde snatches up some crab rangoon before Madi can get to it yet.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Uh, pretty sure it is." Madi states in as much confidence as she can muster from being her wealth of knowledge about... genetics. And she shrugs, "Look, I mean, come on, the best things about demons are probably all those tentacles and the way they go after schoolgirls." She offers in the direction of Brunnhilde when she says her name though, and she grins a bit bigger, then laughs a little bit, "Wow, and I thought my name..."

With that she's eating some more, right out of one of the boxes. It has noodles, and meat of some kind, and other things in there. The way she's eating she might not even be able to taste the food, "So good." She says again, chewing, then swallowing some more.

"So, like, the Norse goddess, or whatever? Brunnhilde? Or some other reference? I mean, my parents had the audacity to call me... little dog. It's a cute name, and means like strong and loyal and whatnot in Irish-Gaelic, but really, seriously. Calling your own daughter a bitch? How'd they know so long before I was born?"

Sticking out her tongue to the side, she bites the tip of it and snickers at her own little joke. She's talking quick, and rambling to an extent, but she sighs and takes in a deep breath, "Bathroom? Why would I eat anything in the bathroom? That just seems like a bio hazard waiting to happen. And, no, I'm not from around here, I go to Columbia University. Working on my Ph.D. Oooh, hey, hello?" SHe pauses to wave someone down, and waves a hand over the alcohol cups, "Some more of those. WHatever they are. Thank you." Big grin, lots of teeth showing, then back to Brunnhilde. "Hey. Family is great. Okay? Even if they are a bit mean sometimes, or angry, or tie you to a chair and spin you around until you vomit. Then light the car on fire, forget you were in it, and then spray you with a fire hose to put you out. It's -just- what family does from time to time."

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde nearly chokes on a rangoon at the best part of demons and decides to wash it down with the rest of her whiskey.  "I could have died.  This is why you need to bring me the whole bottle!" she says to the tender as if it were one point in a mound of evidence that is already...evident and probably has already been presented prior to Madi ever getting there.  Brunnhilde is ignored.

"~I know Mandarin,~" the taller woman says fluently in Mandarin, but how hard is memorizing one phrase?

"Your name what?" Brunnhilde confronts Madi with arched brows.

"Yes.  Exactly like the warrior goddess."  Brunnhilde is intimately familiar with the myth and legend she inspired.  It was Odin's design that she be a symbol in the first place.

"Maybe they just knew you'd live till your teenage years."  And an eggroll vanishes quickly.  "So is invading someone's meal the end of your bitchiness?  Because I'm disappointed," if so is clearly implied.

"It's better than getting shot.  All of Hell's Kitchen is a biohazard.  Just don't touch anything...and as for family?  I guess some do make better shields than companions," Brunnhilde contemplates as if finding the silver lining.

"Doctorate in what?  Also your family sounds about as terrible as mine."

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Bring this woman the bottle!" Proclaims Madigan as she doesn't really need to add to Brunnhilde's probably much more intimidating figure. But, hey, red hair right? She can be fiery. And she's white, really white, and she's pulling out from one of her jacket pockets a pink wallet with some Disney Princesses on it. She's unzipping it and throwing down quite a few 20s. "Jeez." She looks over to Brunnhilde, shaking her head, "I think they wanted you dead. Choking on food, so someone could swoop in here and steal the rest of it. Diabolical." Mmm mmm mmm, she adds in sounds as she's shaking her head and chewing on more food, slurping up some noodles noisily.

As you go on to talking, though, she nods her head, "Yeah, Madigan. It's Irish-Gaelic. Means little dog, or mastiff, or something like that. Big time symbol in oldie times, but today? Someone looks that shit up on google translate? Trust me. It has been used against me on more than one occasion." She widens her eyes to add emphasis.

There's a bit of a laugh coming from her and she smiles big, "Oh my god. You are so funny. I mean. No, it isn't the end of it. Just the beginning really. The problem with being a bitch though, is that it takes energy, effort. You know? Being friendly is like super easy. Bright is the world when seen through these eyeballs. Oh, and did you notice? You can see my eyes! Contacts are great. You probably didn't notice because you've never seen me in glasses, I'm cute that way too, got the geek girl vibe people dig." She lets that simmer as she thinks about your last point.

"I mean, getting shot isn't -that- bad. It can be kind of fun. I was nearly shot just yesterday, not too far from here. I got a lot of blood splatter on me though, that was kind of messy fun, but not like -messy- fun, if ya know what I mean? Ya, you get it." And she grins, "Huh? Doctorate in what? No, in genetics. Associated Genes, actually, I'm working out mapping them to better assist in limiting the unknown variables during genesplicing. What about you? What do you do when you aren't ... yelling at restaurant workers?"

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Careful.  I live around here," Brunnhilde warns Madi at her enthusiasm.  Perhaps she means it's a part of her local banter.  "But you're absolutely right," Brunnhilde offers, deadpan.  Brown eyes flicker to the 'loud' wallet, but Brunnhilde doesn't even raise an eyebrow.

"You shouldn't really be walking around here alone," the older woman says, obviously alone.  "You aren't the first woman to be called a bitch.  At least they had to do some homework."

"In my experience, it takes a lot more energy to be friendly, especially if someone isn't buying me drinks," Brunnhilde comments idly as if this were the status quo, not just an anomaly with present company.  "Certainly didn't notice because I've never not seen your eyes behind glasses."  Brunnhilde doesn't seem to ruminate points of the conversation as it rolls forward.  At times she seems preoccupied with where her next drink is.  Once it finally arrives, she downs it in a single gulp.

"I think you mean getting shot at and being missed can be fun," Brunnhilde corrects Madi with a smirk.  "I think not that kind of -messy- is implied, though you are the one who brought it up, do like getting shot at, and are in Hell's Kitchen telling me you're earning an advanced degree while carrying a princess wallet, so maybe I should consider that denial," she says without missing a beat.

"Odds and ends.  Physical work usually.  Protection.  Bodyguard stuff and the like.  Some bounty work.  What brought you all the way to Hell's Kitchen?  Did you get lost?"  By the broad grin, Brunnhilde is obviously teasing.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Why would you live around here?" Madi's eyes get a bit wide again as she shakes her head, her gluttony finally slowing down as she is now just grabbing pieces of things with her fingers and putting it into her mouth. Things that only take her a few chews before she can get it down. "Who's saying I'm alone?" She squints, and tries her best to look mysterious.

Then she grins big, and laughs some, "No, I'm totally alone. I don't know, maybe I just annoy criminals with talking them to death? I think they can sense it, you know? Like, whooooa, if we go to rob her, she's going to explain protein transfer through the blood brain barrier... noooo, run!" She holds up her hands as if she's being attacked.