Owner	Pose
Felicia Hardy	The evening is young, but not dangerously so, like, it could vote if it needed to...     ...     Felicia Hardy, the Avenger in training, slips into the Wick, finding a bar that she wouldn't call a 'dive bar' as it's much closer to the old school prohibition era style in feel and atmosphere. Something she could use right about now. A place to feel hidden even as herself.     The platinum blonde walks in and is greeted by the barkeep saying, "Seat yourself anywhere." Meaning it's not busy enough that the current staff couldn't keep up with the clientelle. Felicia lifts a hand to wave her thanks as she picks a spot in the middle of the bar, not directly in front of the barkeep but lit enough that she knows she's visible and fairly safe. Or she hopes.     The girl wears her hair up in a pony tail, and a pair of glasses rests above her forehead. A dark blue t-shirt with a plunging collar that has a small cut to widen itself just that little extra bit. She wears a tight pair of black khapri style yoga pants showing off some calf before her feet end in a pair of black slips.     "Can I get a" Pause to think and look. "A blue moon?"
Michael Hannigan	The evening is indeed young and with a certain roommate frantically getting stuff together for a trip., Mike takes this moment of chaos to kill some time at a bar. Which bar? Well the one he's grown accoustomed to using when he doesn't want to walk too far away from home. After entering in the establishment, Mike pauses in the entryway, glancing around. The place seems empty enough to where a trip to the bar is not out of reason. Besides, he's only here for a drink or two. After all. How long does it take to pack a suitcase? He makes his way over, taking another seat to the right of Felicia, looking over to the bartender. "Guinness please." Mike states once grabbing the drink slinger's attention.
Sara Pezzini	Sure the night was young, but when it came to Sara and her many jobs, it could be considered early, or late, or right down the middle. Never one to settle, she was on her way from the precinct when the desire for something old school came over her. Turning her bike, she headed to The Wick. She hadn't been there in over a year, so it would be a place she could get a drink, relax and not be nagged too much. Parking, she left the helmet on the seat of her bike and headed inside. Just coming from work she was in a pair of black jeans, a sleeveless turtleneck in black, and her usual leather jacket over her shoulder holster. Stepping inside, she let her eyes adjust and... she knew someone. What were the odds? Pretending she didn't actually see the other customers, she offers the bartender a nod and found a place to sit.
Felicia Hardy	The barkeep is busy with Felicia's drink when Mike sits down and orders his Guinness. Though quick and one to not forget an order, Mike's order is set before him not long after Felicia's is, and not long after that the mustachioed man is spreading his arms wide in a show of ownership and comfort of his bar as he stands before Sara, "Whatcha having?" Nearly saying officer, but discresion is the word it seems.     Felicia lifts up her glass with her fingers more than her whole hand and up to her soft pink lips and takes a sip before she turns to see who else is at the bar with her. Oh holy -     "Hey, ... you." Felicia says towards Mike adding, "Fancy meeting you here."
Michael Hannigan	Mike gives a nod of thanks as the beer is set before him. He doesn't quite lift it as he lets the beverage rest a little longer. When a familiar voice does the general sign of 'look this way', how could Mike refuse? The ponytailed man turns his head, taking note of the woman wearing the hairstyle of the blonde variation. A relaxed smile forms upon Mike's face. "And there you go again. Making the day a little better." He comments, revisiting on their last encounter with the choice of words. "Good evening Felicia. How's the evening treating you?"
Sara Pezzini	"Just a beer," Sara replies. "I don't care which kind," is added quickly because she just knows he's going to ask. Sitting clear at the end of the bar, which really isn't all that far, she looks down it at the woman who spoke and then Mike, the face she knows. And now the moment to admire both of these people, she's allowed to look, and finally a nod toward Mike, in case he looks he way. He isn't, he's looking at the blonde... she's looking at the blonde, everyone should look at the blonde... and back to staring at the top of the bar.
Felicia Hardy	"Better than it was last time we bumped into each other." Felicia says, drink dangling between her fingers, her elbow on the bartop and she's watching the orangeish beer in her glass dance with her motions of the glass. Does she even remember the last time they bumped into each other or is she remembering the time before then?     "Trying to be my best self and all." She notes with a smirk forced to her lips then a nod to Mike and a down nod towards the woman behind him, "I think you have another fan." She whispers low enough only Mike might here, "Should I call her closer?"
Michael Hannigan	Mike nods. "Good. Best we can do is try." He pauses, taking note of the nod Felicia's giving and how her eyes seem to fixate on a point behind him. The explanation is welcome as it gives more reason for Mike to turn his head to see who is behind him. Now it's been awhile since he last saw Sara. It must have been about a year ago. But, when the encounters involve homicidal wardrobes, zodiac apocalypses, magic boombox, and the view of the city from the top of the bridge accessed via portal. Well- That does help with the recollection a bit. And being that she seems to be trying to get their attention. That seems to be the case with her as well. Mike lifts up a hand in a wave to Sara before waving her over, gesturing to the seat between Mike and Felicia. Felicia DID suggest it first after all. "I do know her." Mike admits to Felicia, "Last time was a charity event."
Felicia Hardy	"Is that who you are? A caring kind of man?" Felicia asks, tilting her glass to allow some of the beer into her mouth and she lets it linger on her tongue for a moment, tasting the many flavors and then swallows. "Eh, maybe she wants some alone time. Either way, say hi to her for me later. She's kinda cute." Felicia notes and a bump of her shoulder into Mike's back. Seems she moved stools while he was busy eyeing the other woman in the bar. "Good evening Mike, but I still wanna know, are you a good man like that? Charities and give aways for special fans and the like?"
Michael Hannigan	Mike turns back to the bar as it appears Sara may be otherwise engaged at the moment. Felicia's suggestion does have merit. Some people come to a bar alone just for the sake of drinking alone. Or in the case of the Wick, enjoy a nice meal uninterrupted. The French Dip is amaaaaaazing. The bump causes for him to look back over to Felicia, finding her closer than she was earlier. The question isn't answered immediately as he gives it thought. "I- wouldn't say I'm good." Mike starts, hand grasping the fully rested dark beer, "I try to be. But yes, I do take part in some charity stuff. Mainly homeless shelters, toy drives, and mental health causes. Our studio does do an annual fundraiser album to benefit local shelters. The release party tickets go towards that cause." He looks away from the beer for a moment, looking over to Felicia, "How about you? Do you do any charity stuff?" He picks up the glass to take a sip of his beer.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia's eyes are on Mike as he pauses to think, she doesn't look away, but she does squint just slightly, making notes, mental post-its as he finds a list of things he does for other people, but she doesn't respond, interrupt or anything, just absorbs his words.     Then the conversation is turned around back onto her and she turns slightly away, both hands moving to fiddle with the glass before her. "I do some charity events with my agency now and then, and sometimes I like to pretend I'm Robin Hood, dropping off shiney things for the kids at the Toys For Tots events every year." Felicia says, a bit mousey before hiding behind another gulp of her drink.
Michael Hannigan	"That sounds like fun." Mike comments, lowering the glass. "Do they make you wear the hat too?"
Felicia Hardy	"I charge them for the hat." Felicia says, the canary feather's peaking out of the side of her lip.
Michael Hannigan	Hearing Felicia's solution for the hat causes for the musician to blink. Lips part open in response before Mike starts laughing. "I should try that tactic next time. I have this one acting gig where the costume comes with a ridiculous looking hat. Best I got in compromise was the destruction of the hat early in each episode by various means."
Felicia Hardy	"Have you tried talking to the costume department?" Felicia asks, tilting her head slightly and then looking up to Mike as if that wasn't the first thing he might have tried.
Michael Hannigan	Mike tilts his head to the suggestion. "Oh yes there was much discussion. Which is how we got the compromise." He shrugs, "The fans seem to like it so-" He shrugs, lifting the drink, "There you go."
Felicia Hardy	Hmm. Felicia actually hmms with the subtle frown and nod and everything. A sip to give herself time to process and then the blonde is looking back at Mike and follows up, "Tell me what's so bad about you that you think makes all those good things you listed off not count?"
Michael Hannigan	With the question posed, Mike takes his time sipping his drink. After a sizable portion is set down, his eyes fixate upon a droplet of condensation that starts its descent down the outside of the glass. "That's kind of a heavy answer to be dealing with over one drink." He murmurs, "People don't start off good or bad. It's something to strive for but never something you really achieve. Everyone stumbles somewhere." Mike tilts his head, giving a slight nod, "And if you show me someone who says that they're entirely good and they've never made mistakes, I will show you a liar." The glass is taken back up for him to down some more of his beer.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia does her best to not pout at Mike, she's reading his game, his lack of an answer, but she doesn't call him out on it. He might call her out on herself and so she deosn't push it. Yet.     She does however lift her hand up to get the barkeeps attention and before he can speak, she says loud enough to be heard, "Two more over here. On my tab." She says, and then turns towards Mike, "I can provide the drinks, if you're willing to take some chances, Nick." She says, popping her tongue on the single syllable of his name.
Michael Hannigan	"Skip mine." Mike says to the bartender, "I think one will be enough for me." He looks down for a few moments glancing over to Felicia, "I'd rather not ruin your evening with this topic, Felicia. I didn't exactly have a happy childhood." He reaches into his pocket, fishing out some bills for his own drink. "Maybe if Friday wasn't-" He pauses, shaking his head as he sets the bills down. He finishes up the contents of the glass before him.
Felicia Hardy	"I'm not asking to be polite, I'm asking because I'd like to know you more, but *shrug* fair enough. You go on being all cryptic and stuff." Felicia says, her shoulders lowering slightly as she finishes her first drink and then watches Mike sets his money down drawing a frown from the thief.
Michael Hannigan	Mike gives Felicia an apologetic look. "Maybe another time." He offers, "Just, not this week." He pauses, uncertain of what else to say, "...Take care of yourself, Felicia." Drink paid for with enough left over for tip, Mike turns, heading out the door.