Owner	Pose
Kitty Pryde	It's Tuesday evening, and Kitty Pryde got off of work at Stark Tower. A trip to a restaurant with some work friends resulted in a nice meal and a lot of laughing. Also there was wine, and by the time Kitty leaves she's in that kind of happy state that lets her know that she probably shouldn't drive. She waves goodbye to her friends as they all head home, and instead Kitty goes and hops on the subway over to nearby Harlem. It's a whim that takes her there, having seen an ad for a boxing match on the TV at the restaurant, one of the fighters carrying a slight resemblance to someone she knows in Harlem and making her think of him. Arriving at her destination, Kitty walks along the sidewalks to Luke's Bar. She goes in and takes a seat, getting a glass of whiskey from the bartender, a kindly older fellow. As Kitty sips the whiskey, she asks if Luke will be back anytime soon. Hearing that he's not working tonight, Kitty gives a nod. She takes her time finishing up the whiskey, leaving a nice tip for the man before departing. She leaves the bar, but just goes down a few dozen feet to another door. Rather than buzz to go up, she glances each way to make sure no one is about and then just slips through the door for a bigger surprise. If he's even home. Kitty heads up the stairs that she hasn't traveled since early last year, and reaching Luke's door, gives a rap-a-tap-tap knock on it.
Luke Cage	The Door opened to a gap large enough for the chain to go taught, considering its occupant this was borderline comedy, some old habits don't die when they should. Half a face came into view. One eye locked onto two of hers, the white sclera bright against beautiful brown skin. A beat in silence, then the door closed, the chain rasped quietly out of view, and the swung slowly open. The occupant's broad shoulders moving away from the door, back turned, as Luke lead her in; knowing she would follow.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde steps inside. She's wearing a knee-length skirt and a blouse, with a light jacket overtop, and a purse hanging from her shoulder. Appropriate corporate work attire. Her hair is left hanging free for a change instead of being in a ponytail. "Hey," she says with a warm smile as she comes inside, closing the door behind her. "They said down in the bar that you weren't working today, so figured I'd stop up," she says. "I was just thinking about you and realized... I think the last time saw you was back when I checked on you after that whole angel thing." Angels attacking Manhattan. The city evacuated. Luke made it through ok, as Kitty found out when she checked on him after.
Luke Cage	Luke squinted a bit at the city he could see from his window, recalling, he glanced back to Pryde at that. "I remember." he agreed. He placed large hands on the backrest of a chair. "I never could make any sense of it." he remarked after a long pause. Then he looked her up and down, from the tips of her shoes to the hair on her head. He glanced with intention to the couch that cordoned off the viewing area of the small living room, inviting her to sit, and by proxy to stay.
Kitty Pryde	A little exasperated sigh comes from Kitty. "I couldn't either. Not how angels would act, so I don't know what put them up to it," she says, shaking her head. The girl's gaze goes to the window that Luke was looking out of. This part of Harlem made it without much damage, and even what was attacked then has been rebuilt by now, across the city. The offer of the couch draws a smile and nod, Kitty moving over that way, but pausing at Luke to reach up, and if he lets her, give him a quick hug, hands on his shoulders. "Glad to find you with your skin whole," she says. A little joke for the invulnerable man before she moves to take a seat, adjusting her skirt after she crosses one leg over the other.
Luke Cage	Luke clamped palms on her hips as she embraced him, much the way an excavator might gather up a kitten. Her intention might have been a quick pass on the way to the couch, but he kept her there a moment longer. When he sat down beside her, he angled his body so he could lean on the back with one arm, crowding her to the last square. He made eye contact and held it, then smiled ever so delicately, just a whisper of a smile. "Does it matter how long its been?"
Kitty Pryde	During the prolonged hug, Kitty seems happy to rest there within the strong arms, her cheek pressed to the tall black man's chest until he's let her go and she moves to take the seat on the couch. "Of course it does matter," she answers. "Means I miss you more. You weren't around during that latest business with the ninjas. The Hand. Or at least, not when I was helping out the Defenders," she comments. "Jessica and I got into quite a fight with a few when we were tracking down leads. I know the rest of you were off doing things though I never did get the whole story of that," she says. Though gives a little wave of her hand that can be interpreted as, it's fine, she doesn't need to know more than the parts she helped with, if the threat is done. She gives Luke a soft smile. "So how have you been?"
Luke Cage	"Things just get worse by degrees." he said, pressing his lips together to clear them "They don't look like the same shit, it changes shape, but its the same people who keep gettin' over." "Luke's bar is one hundred percent Ninja free." he said in answer to her question.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty leans back in the couch. "I hear there's a really good looking bartender there," she says in an extra nonchalant tone. "And oh boy, when I stopped in, I saw what they were talking about," she says of Luke's employee, old enough to be Kitty's grandfather easily. "I'll have to make a point of stopping by more often, with him, and no ninjas," she teases, breaking out in a smile finally for Luke at her little joke. "So how is business going with it? I imagine that's one of the few things that never really sees a drop in demand isn't it?"
Luke Cage	Luke challenged the notion of Kitty's attraction to Pops by pushing her one knee off the other with his palm and resting it on her thigh. "Want me to put in a good word for you?" he asked with a confidence that rolled out of his chest in the base tones of his voice. He'd managed to slide a little closer now, as if the conversation about his bar, and Pops, required more privacy from the hungry ears of the otherwise empty apartment. "The bar is pretty consistent." he explained, seeming unwilling to give further detail.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde gives a warm laugh. "Well, a girl can't turn down a little help on the dating scene," she agrees. She rises to her feet and smooths her skirt over her hips. "How do I look? Do you think he'd like me with my hair up instead of down?" she asks. The young woman strikes a pose, then shifts to another as if trying out attractive postures to try on the elderly bartender. "Maybe if I flirt enough I can get a free drink PLUS his number?" she says with a hopeful grin.
Luke Cage	Luke leaned back into the couch now, seeming to take the rebuff with a sense of humor that emerged from his eyes. He upnodded her toward the door. "I'll call down. Don't wanna roll up on Pops when he's already macking." He waved into the air, smoothing it across the issue, "No free drinks though."