Phil and Scott
Scott found an empty seat, next to Phil Coulson. He didn't know the man too terribly well, but that didn't mean that he couldn't get to know him, right? And life here in Madison Valley was considerably less stressful than life back home. So that meant Coulson would be less scary, right?
Wrong.
Scott was still terrified of the man, and he had no idea why. "Coulson, sir," he said, in greeting. "Enjoying yourself?" He took a drink from his own beer, and eyed the man beside him. He hadn't spent much time with Coulson, and perhaps now was the time to change that.