8893/A Taste of Death

A Taste of Death
Date of Scene:	01 December 2021
Location:	Starling City Coffee
Synopsis:	Felicity gets coffee, and happens to run into Slade at her misfortune...or fortune?
Cast of Characters:	Felicity Smoak, Slade Wilson

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Felicity Smoak has posed:
'Tis the season to be jolly...

It's music that oozes through the pores of society this time of year. Anyone, young or old could easily fill in the next line. The coffee house is decorated in holiday cheer; though to be fair, it had been dressed up just after Halloween rather than a polite waiting time of after Thanksgiving. Blue and white is an afterthought, more showing up in snowflakes than any actual nod to the holiday of Hanukkah.

Doesn't matter.

There are donuts. Amazing donuts.

One Felicity Smoak is covered in a woolen winter jacket, braving the chill of the evening to buy, yes. Donuts. She's moving up and down the span of the display, pointing and looking at one, two types from all angles before,

"Yes. That one. No.. not that one with the finger in the frosting, no.. no.. yes, that one!" She directs with attention to detail- after all, it's one of two that she'll be bringing home!

Victory is attained, and with a smile to the shopkeeper, Felicity nods, "Perfect. That's all I want. Really. I have diet Coke at home..."

Slade Wilson has posed:
Sometimes, you have to get close before you can get what you want.

That has always been Slade's mentality. Maybe it hasn't always been the right one, but his ways produce results. Nobody can argue that much. But it wasn't even about that this time of day. No contracts were out, he had nobody he wanted dead today for a boatload of money....it was a day off. A rare thing, even for Slade Wilson.

For Deathstroke.

What he happens to find when he makes it to this coffee shop? That's....something else entirely. Someone he's seen before. Felicity Smoak. Some big wig tech genius. Could be useful, Wintergreen's been jealous for years. Slade is dressed to the nines, a suit like he's back from a business deal, colored black, but no doubt filled with tactical advantages and he's likely armed to the teeth. One eye is covered in a simple eyepatch as he moves in line to order his coffee.

"I'll take mine black."

The voice rings from behind Felicity, whether or not she recognizes it is another matter entirely.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The chosen two donuts are placed in a simple white box with red and white string entwined in order to keep the sides closed. A be-spectacled Felicity keeps a close eye for any errant thumb in the filling, and when it closes, she looks pleased.

It's a trick, really. Two donuts so she doesn't look pathetic. There's nothing worse than buying only ONE donut.

As she reaches for the white heavy papered box, she catches the sound of a voice that is vaguely familiar, and not in the best way. It's not a sound she's heard often, but the times?

Her hands freeze in mid-air, blue eyes widen behind thick frames before she actually finds her breath once more, and pulls the box in close, protectively.

Spinning around on her heel, she has hold of her box, and looks up(!) at his face, the tight smile in place. It is a coffee shop, after all. But her eyes don't stay there- he is dressed in a sharp suit, and suits just.. are amazing.

"That's the only way they serve it." Snarky, certainly, and intoned as if she's 'in the know'. "Just so, you know, you know and don't embarrass yourself by asking for milk." Her words tumble out, seemingly in a cascade before she can stop them, "Or cream.."

Slade Wilson has posed:
Slade watches Felicity as she turns on her heel, looking at him and fumbling out her words like they were some kind of awful football team just trying to make it to the big time. A small smile finds itself on his lips. He's like a cat who just caught the mouse, and if he wanted to...he could wreac havoc.

But that's not Slade's style.

He has a code of honor. Even if Felicity helps out Green Arrow, his on-again, off-again enemy, that doesn't mean he needs to go after her every waking moment of the day. But...it's nice to know what will hurt and what will be pleasant. Sometimes, when you are worth millions of dollars...eyepatch or no, you gotta look like you're worth the price of admission.

"Good. Only way to keep me awake after a long day." He looks around then. "Are you here by yourself?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The nervous stream of words is absolutely her style. It's noise to fill a void where there probably should be silence, but sometimes silence is worse. Right?

Felicity stares at him for a moment, her mind running a million miles a second in terms of what a 'long day' could possibly entail for one like him. Images are conjured of.. unspeakable, unthinkable images, and she's locked in place for a few heartbeats before she realizes that she still has hold of her box and two (darn it!) donuts.

"Yes.. I mean, no. No. I'm not here by myself." There's a pause when Felicity takes a breath, and bringing up her arm, she pushes her glasses back up her nose.

"I mean, yes. I'm here alone, but I'm not alone. Alone. I have two donuts."

So there.

"Which, I.. uh.. should get back to.. well, my friend. Because I'm not alone."

She slides sideways a half-step, not really wanting to get stuck between the counter and Oliver's thorn. Oh, the stories she's heard!

"It's good coffee, by the way. Lines out the door in the morning.." Once again, she's in the know! She is known here!

Slade Wilson has posed:
Nervous habit.

Likely a psychological tick to account for situations an intelligent mind has no response for. She wasn't like the steeled heroes who tried their damndest to never show any emotion. She was a real person with real reactions to things. A single hazel-blue eye looks at Felicity as she seems to be locked in place, initiating a slight awkward pause.

"Ahem."

Slade clears his throat ever so slightly, likely in the form of a light cough, though he chuckles a little bit. "Are you sure those donuts arn't just for you? I don't judge. I don't think it'd mess with anything too much, you're very thin." A compliment in the form of an observation in the form of a correction. Yikes. Slade was complicated, though even as she steps sideways half a step, he moves forward to claim his coffee and pay the proper amount to the clerk. "Thanks." He tells them, before his eyes are right back on Felicity's.

"I can walk you back to your table if you want."

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Felicity is far from a hero, at least in terms of 'hero' that now lives and breathes in the universe. She's not an Avenger, not anything more but a 'cute mascot' of the Justice League, there simply because Oliver is; though she can make her mark and a statement. Just far from the prying eyes and reach of someone who could hurt her.

She's never been good in high stress moments, and for her? Sadly, this started out as one, but as the seconds tick by, she's finding her core. Her back is a little straighter, her gaze a little less awkward, and her words are just a touch less stammering. Just a touch.

"No, they're definitely for me and someone else." She'd never pass a lie detector. Thankfully, it's very rare that Oliver asks her to lie for him; he knows better!

Wait.. did he just..

A touch of confusion flickers across her face in the compliment, and there's an unconscious hand that straightens out her coat, though not without making sure her box doesn't fall. "Thank you." Courtesy demands courtesy, right? Even if..

Shaking her head, her hair swings lightly back and forth in the gesture. "I'm headed home." Well, not really. Back to the cave, but! "It's getting late and I'm expected." Actually not a lie! "Thank you for the offer, though."