(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ friendly reminder that i am a human being and just because reply to other people’s threads more does not mean i like you any less — muses are precarious things and sometimes the response to your thread just won’t come, and i don’t want to give you something forced (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ
The response was less than satisfactory. Whatever Else was here for was most certainly a mission; that much was obvious. Though the details were escaping her. She’d been in the region for a while now, and nothing short of your typical criminals ran amok. But it was easy work. She’d been moonlighting after all, explicitly against S.H.I.E.L.D.’s wishes, as the masked savior Sentinela. It was easy work, to be honest — stopping break-ins, muggings, and the like. Once you’ve been a part of a retaliating force against an alien invasion, the rest can seem like child’s play.
But something big had slipped under her radar. And she was not happy about that. Not one bit.
"Rio has its tourist traps as much as anywhere else," she admitted to the remark about the hotel. Typically high-class living would have piqued her interest, but her mind was too busy trying to size up her impeding case. The hell had she missed all this time? It was difficult not to let it affect her personally, but she’d come to really enjoy this country and its people. It was as if the fire that filled her heart in Italy was beginning to ignite again.
"I’d keep it lighter for lunch. Go with some caldo verde, it’s pretty standard. Though you can go with the paella if you want a bigger meal.” Whatever throngs she was about to be tossed in, she certainly did not want to do on a full stomach. Perhaps it was counter intuitive, but Evelyn hated eating full meals before missions. A light soup and water would do her well. She needed to be weightless in the field; a part of the air itself, or as close as she could be.
Else could see the wheels turning in her friend’s enigmatic little brain, but the junior agent chose to keep her own dread to herself. The case wasn’t something to which she’d been been itching to been assigned. On the contrary, anything HYDRA was taboo—especially now, and especially with Evelyn seated across the table in front of her. As a Zelle, Else got a bad wrap from SHIELD and an expecting air from HYDRA, but she strove to defy the hand she’d been dealt by her ancestors…it just difficult when it was easier to shred the enemy at close proximity than to shoot long-range.
"I don’t eat much, anyway," replied Else, keeping her eyes on the menu until she spied the aforementioned caldo verde. “Sounds good.” She recognized enough words to decipher it was some degree of soup. Her loss of appetite lately had a few of the resident physicians worried; with the muscle mass Else usually amassed courtesy of intense work-outs and field work, her weight and body mass index usually balanced out, but now she was losing weight from lack of recent activity.
She needed this mission physically as well as mentally or she would go insane.
"I suppose I owe you thanks for that. The other piece would’ve been more appropriate for a tavern show." Innocence practically poured from him as he laughed, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He’d taken the seat beside Georgia, green eyes studying her admirably. "Allow me to thank you properly." If anything, for just a split second, that voice of his sounded faintly like that of Loki’s. Harsh, low, hissing, cool.
Turning his attention to flagging down the singular waitress that roamed about the small venue, he asked for a couple of vanilla chais. Always his go-to, especially when he kept company of the feminine persuasion. Those always seemed to go over well. Maybe it was the way his gaze stared through the sweet flowery fumes of the chai, but he’d managed to lure a few into his midst over situations just like this. Georgia seemed more challenging than most; the type that couldn’t be bent over backwards from a smolder and a free drink. No, she was more put together than that. Such silly methods only caught those who asked for it; the broken and the damned, who ran to him when there was nowhere else to go.
"Now I have to ask,” he stated with a curiously sly grin. “Given how obscure this place is, I’ve got a pretty cocky theory. Either you came because a hipster friend told about the out-of-this-world pumpkin muffins here— or… you knew I was playing.”
This was just about the time when he’d sneak a hand across the table to play with the woman’s; to illicit some sort of carnal desire within her that would cripple whatever reason remained. Georgia wouldn’t be easy prey.
"Oh, my, you don’t have to…" she began to protest, but the drinks had already been ordered, and Luke seemed utterly determined at winning her over…some way or another. She cleared her throat, adjusting her seat so that her legs were crossed and she sat up straight, long curls spiraling down the back of her blazer. She didn’t turn back to him until the waitress had taken his order, and he’d directed his speech back to the young agent once more.
Pompous. Nice. Else returned his sly smile with an equally mischievous grin, leaning down on the table so that she was looking up at him ever so slightly. “You’re right. That is a pretty cocky theory,” she returned with a faint laugh. “I was told there was going to be a super hot singer here tonight, but I guess he decided not to show.” She sat back up with a shrug of her slight shoulders, and she smirked at him with a wink.
It was then that the waitress returned with their chais, giving Else a much-needed distraction, a place to look other than this glorified lounge singer. She took a long sip from her own drink before surfacing and breaking the silence. “No, I usually don’t delve this far underground in the hipster community. I like my coffee, but I’m not a fan of uppity indie-music-know-it-alls.”
DO IT RIGHT NOW
ANON OR NOT IDONTCARE
I’m horrible, but please?
Going to see Thor 2 again wee~