5642/Late Lunch

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Late Lunch
Date of Scene: 18 March 2021
Location: The Coffee Bean
Synopsis: Speaking of entanglements...
Cast of Characters: Michael Hannigan, Hank Pym




Michael Hannigan has posed:
As the afternoon becomes of the late variety, the amount of persons gathering inside the coffee bean increases. Much of the tables are taken up by study groups cramming for exams and working on projects which makes seating prime real estate. A few are standing, holding their purchases as they puzzle out which stranger looks the most accomodating to allow for them to take up a spare seat.

Mike is not one of these people. Yet. Running a bit late, he has only made it to the cash register to put his order in. It is a quick affair, all he does is order a t- oh a sandwich too? Well, thanks for messing up THAT routine, Mr.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has looked better. He wears a trench coat over his Yellowjacket uniform, hood back and visor off. In one hand he holds his pipe, like a man clutching a religious icon in prayer. His hair is barely combed and the normally neat scientist has... scruff. Bo is conspicuous in his absence. At the moment he sits in the back at a table where he or some helpful soul wrote 'Please go away' on a piece of paper folded into a triangular stand. Hank has his pondering expression on.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Order put in, the musician shuffles over to the side to await the prep of the order. The sandwich, premade, only needs to be toasted. The tea, well. Hot water, add bag, put on lid. There you go!

As Mike waits for the food order to be officially done, he starts to scan the room, looking around for signs of Hank. The most obvious sign would be, of course, a giant ant. But being Bo or Co is not there, the search is a little harder. Not impossible. But harder.

"Hannigan?"

Mike turns his head, giving a nod as he collects his items and sets out to mimic the dumb look of the patron before him that is still looking for a table.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes a sip of coffee and adjusts the ear bud he wears. His earring is prominent. Hr notices Mike and raises the coffee in greeting, mind still a million miles away. Looking out with dull eyes.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The raised cup does help in the Pym detection. Mike gives a bit of a nod and walks over. Pausing to glance to the sign. "...Sorry I'm late. Session went over."

With the primary task of finding him out of the way. Mike has more of a chance to take into account how Hank is attired. "Hank..." He starts, pausing to lower his voice as he slides into the seat across from the scientist. "Did you go home last night?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods, "Actually this morning. I took a shower and ate a pear and wrote my notes on my students and their projects. Then started recalibrating my insect comm technology. I slept about two hours in an anthill before on Mor... Dr. MacIntyre's lawn. Not sleepy so much as thoughtful. I'm in the depression part of the cycle. No manic bursts of energy. Pity that. I'm slow, relatively stupid right now. Pity that. How are you?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike nods, glance lingering upon Hank's current condition before he looks to his tea. "Well, at least you did get some sleep, a shower and some food. Good. Well, you're already ahead of others under similar circumstances...And your stupid is about regular for the rest of us so..." He gives a half smile. "Uh. I'm doing ok. Had a coaching session today on campus. So here made sense to meet here for lunch. Tired. But the working tired. So that's about usual for me."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym widens his eyes. "About regular... that bad. I'll be watching reality television."

Hank toys with his empty pipe. "When I was a kid, when my mother lived with us, we used to have a cabin by a lake. There was this girl named Nancy who was my age. The first time I saw her she was by the picnic tables reading 'National Velvet.' Hank smiles. "I saw her and fell instantly in love. Typical of me, right?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Oh no Hank." Mike shakes his head, "You'd have to drop down a LOT further than you are now to start doing that." The musician grows quiet once more as Hank indicates just HOW far back he's going with the thoughtfulness. "...You do seem to be a bit of a romantic." Mike allows, not adding further to that. This seems more like a lead up to something else Hank wishes to say. No point in diverting the course just yet.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smirks. "I mostly want coitus. To-may-toes, to-mah-toes." He gives a little laugh and wink. "Joking."

"Nancy and I had a ball that summer. It was amazing. I didn't tell her I was going to start college in the fall but she was very bright. We hit it off! We read to each other and took walks and fished. Great summer. Then I went to college and everyone was six years older than me, minimum. That was when I started ju-jutsu. That whole miserable freshman year I yearned for the days of summer, the cabin and to see my friend again and well we were thirteen. Dating was a possibility! I mean some did and dammit, I was a college man. Summer arrives. I say farewell to all the post-pubescent idiots. We get to the lake with nothing more unusual that my several cleverly disguised anxiety attacks. I cunningly get a look at the guest book... Nancy was there. I go running to her cabin... 'Nancy! Nancy!'

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's eyes widen as he just gives Hank a glare at his response. To the admission of it being a joke, he gives a slight smile and a nod. The hand holding his coffee slides from the cup, palm resting upon the wood of the table as he listens to the continuation of the story. "So, did you find her?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym takes a sip of coffee. "Yes. I was mistaken and she was actually about 18 months older than me, so not 13 but 15 or so. And she was four inches taller than me and she was... very feminine and glued to a cel phone and... she looked at me like I was some demented little kid. It was a long bad summer. I barely noticed how badly my parents were arguing. I tried talking to my dad. He told me if I was going to cry I should buy a dress. Parenting by Warren Pym."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike winces at the mention of the dress comment. "That..." He shakes his head, "Well- yeah that sucks. The response. Not a great feeling when someone you should trust dismisses the situation." He glances to the tea. "But you got over Nancy though, right?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym studies the faint rainbow sheen of oil on the surface of his coffee. "... every woman is Nancy, Mike. Except... Maria. I decided part of the new Hank was dating. Well that's enough of that. I am tired of frustration and humiliation. Done. I have enough to feel bad about. Screw it. I decided this right after I nearly died."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Hmm." Mike pauses, "...When you meet the not-Marias, were you more interested in the person or the idea of dating?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym regards Mike for a long moment. "I don't want a pep talk to fall back into my destructive patterns Mike. Dating is just the bullshit you got through to meet a companion. Dating is squeezing melons in a store to decide which one is suitable! Otherwise I'd just get on that program with all the swiping. I met women and asked them out if I found them interesting."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike tilts his head at Hank's assessment of his question. "Do you see me over here going 'Cheer up Buckaroo! The one's still out there just keep at it'? " He asks, "I'm just asking."

He shakes his head, picking up his tea, "This is your decision, not mine."