Owner	Pose
Felicia Hardy	It's late. So late the existential would be pondering if it's more early instead of late. Some would call it 'late as f**k.' Felicia Hardy is one of those.     Stepping into the corner store, the sometimes Avenger, walks in wearing a simple enough pair of poured into yoga pants and a tank top showing a bit too much skin in a bid to fight against the in coming heat waves.     Felicia's feet pitter patter against the ground in her slips and wiggles her way to the back with the large fridges and with a snap the door opens and the cool air shocks the blonde. Quickly picking out two bottles of water, Felicia carries them up to the front to pay for them.
Michael Hannigan	It's been a hell of a night. Tasked with the mission of tracking down an assortment of items for a friend, Mike has been to three cornerstores already. NONE of them had what he needed. Ok so the last one had the candy bars being asked for but when a pair of symbiotes start arguing with each other over the chocolate selection in the store you back away. And honestly after the failed robbery attempt, he doubted the cashier was going to be ringing up anything anytime soon. So with this in mind, the frustrated look upon Mike's face as he steps into the shop is understandable. Dong! If only those inside got the memo. Mike takes a deep breath and starts to head towards the candy aisle. Only to stop as a familiar face comes into view. A brow lifts. "Oh hi." If only they had exchanged names on one of those meetings.
Felicia Hardy	The thief takes a deep breath as she gets in line for the check out and holding the two water bottles in seperate hands, she pauses as she spots Mike. Her hair is up in a tight pony tail, and she's not looking like she's trying to look great. She's simply winding the weekend down and catching back up on some hydration.     The blonde woman looks down and away, turning her face from the familiar musician, but then lifts her eyes to follow Mike.     Is she being sultry? Maybe not on purpose?     She opens her mouth to say something, but then the cashier motions at her with a come hither gesture. Stepping up, she places the bottles on the counter and looks over her shoulder once more as she waits for the items to be rung up.     Lost in thought she gets snapped back to attention, "5.15!" Says the cashier a couple of times before Felicia hears it.
Michael Hannigan	Mike's eyes set upon Felicia's for a few moments. The frown from earlier seeming to lessen as he's reminded of a more pleasant time. But when she looks away, the transition halts. No longer trapped in the eye contact, he continues on his mission, pulling out the list in his pocket. Unlike last time he doesn't grab the items as he spots them, he merely starts confirming each item is there first. When the 5.15 is uttered a second time, Mike straightens up and glances over to the register area, looking to the blonde. He gives a small smile.
Felicia Hardy	"S-sorry." Felicia says, turning back to the counter and pulling out a piece of plastic and paying her charge. "It's warm out there." Felicia complains as she slids her card away and then into a carefully hidden pocket in her outfit. Reaching out to grab her bottles, Felicia turns back around and smiles back to Mike, tucking a cold bottle under her elbow so she can free a hand to curl a few stray hairs behind her ear before she uses the hand to crack the plastic lid and uses her backside to push the door open so she can go back out into the street, bottle lifted to her lips and a heavy drink taken.
Michael Hannigan	Mike watches as Felicia heads out. There's a momentary temptation to follow out after her but the feel of the list in his hand draws him back to his duty. He quickly locates the items and moves over to the counter, dropping the candy bars and various flavors of combos down. Cash is pulled out and the payment is quickly made, leaving him to carry the purchases out in a plastic bag with a yellow smiley face on them. Stepping out of the door, Mike comes to a stop. Turning his head, he glances around, seemingly seeking something. Or someone.
Felicia Hardy	"Over here." Says a husky voice, followed by a deep breath of a sigh. The waterbottle is pulled from her mouth and Felicia's muted eyes linger on Mike. She doesn't give him much more than that to respond to, but she's pressed her backside against the side of the building and is still squeezing the sealed drink between her arm and ribs, and while it might have chilled her at first, she's certainly welcoming the coolness in the recent heat.     Staying silent and aloof as her mother taught her, Felicia allows Mike to make the next move.
Michael Hannigan	Hearing the voice, Mike's eyes set upon the waiting woman. He steps over, the smiling bag swaying with each step before he stops in front of her. He looks straight over to the similarly heighted female. The smile strengthens. "Thank you." Mike starts, "The sight of you just made this otherwise horrible day into a great one."
Felicia Hardy	Responding with a long slow blink, Felicia's eyes slowly open into Mike's face and she grows a blushing smile, "Can't say I was prepared for such a smooth line." Felicia remarks and takes yet another long drink of water.     "I'll be honest, I'm a bit tipsy and I'm not sure if you're the stunt double or not." Felicia notes and then with a hand she reaches out to squeezes Mike's face with her fingers, mostly his cheek and then she giggles.
Michael Hannigan	"It wasn't meant to be a line." Mike admits, "I just came from another store that got-" He pauses. Does she need to know this? Would she even know what a symbiote was? He shakes his head, "It's just good to see you. That's all." Mike's eyes follow Felicia's hand as they reach over. Feeling the squeeze, he lifts up a hand to cup over Felicia's. "No stunt double." The hand lingers on Felicia's as Mike looks to her quietly. Taking in the smile and the redness of the cheeks. "Can I have your name this time?"
Felicia Hardy	Felicia's eyes and cheeks flush even deeper when she's asked her name and she feels his hand on top of hers. The way her neck tenses, she swallows something in her throat and slowly pulls her hand away from Mike's. She wants to close up and away.     A long pause as she finds the words she wants to say, true, but also safe. She feels safe in lies. Her whole life was lies until Karen.     "You can call me Felicia." The blonde says, filling her hand with the waterbottle again and then takes another sip of the already open one.
Michael Hannigan	When Felicia makes the motion to move her hand away, Mike loosens his grasp. Nothing is said as the fingers draw along the side of his cheek in their escape. His eyelids flutter for a moment as the coldness sweeps in on the empty space caused by the removal of Felicia's hand. The eyes settle on the blonde again. "Well Felicia," he responds, "You can call me Mike."