Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-08 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, max main, sharon carter |
Quicklog: Max and Sharon
Who: Sharon Carter and Max Main (they need to be PIs Main and Carter, Carter and Main shit would be cool)
Where: A bar. Of course
When: LUNCHTIME. Of course.
What: First day on the job, time to drink at lunch
Warnings: Uhhhhh....The most awesome thing you will ever read in your entire life?
Notes: I told myself that the first thing I saw on tumblr was going to be the cut tag. this is the first thing I saw on tumblr. How. Appropriate.
[The bar was a dive, it still smelled like smoke lived in the walls despite the ban on indoor smoking that had been in place for more than a decade in New York. But the lunch specials were cheap, and delicious. The beer was cold. And no one, absolutely no one, bothered anyone. If there were other SHIELD agents in there, no one noticed, or cared. Maybe there wasn't a lot of honor among spies, but there was neutral ground every now and then.
Of course spilling state secrets in any bar was never a good idea, but if someone was going to spill them it would probably be here.
The booth was a dark deep red, worn fake leather with splits in it that would have pinched if she hadn't been wearing trousers today. The walls and floor were dark stained wood, there were a few pieces of art hung up, mostly newspaper articles. Stories about New York in the early days, the bar nearly as old as all that.
The place was dimly lit. There was a little gas flame inside a green bubbled glass decoration that desperately needed to be dusted out.
All in all it wasn't a bad place to take someone on their first day back at SHIELD, if Sharon Carter did say so herself. And she still thought so as she approached the table pint in each hand nearly overflowing as she set the beers down where she'd left Max for a second to order the drinks. She set the beers down and slid into the booth across from her.] The cheeseburger is good, but they do something crazy with their meatball sandwich.