Who: Phil Coulson and Valkyrie What: A quick check-in of sorts at work When: Monday evening Where: The casino Warnings: Valkyrie. Other warnings TBA. Status: Closed/On-going
For as much as he was one of the co-managers, Phil liked to keep a hand in things. Not obnoxiously so -- security was Melinda's job, and he wasn't nearly stupid enough to interfere with that. But slipping through the crowd every so often, keeping his own eye on things, helped keep his skills sharp. Losing his skills wasn't something he could afford to let happen, never mind that he was in such a baseline mellow place. That made the bad times all that much worse.
So he was out on the floor, moving quietly, mostly not noticed. The few times anybody did notice him, it was a semi-drunken patron assuming he was part of the security staff. Of course, the way he dressed really didn't do much to dispel that idea, whoops. But that was alright, Phil didn't mind. Made it easier, actually, to do his own job -- well, basically -- if people were making their own assumptions.
He'd made a stop by the casino's bar, amusingly enough, when he caught sight of Valkyrie. And even more amusingly, she wasn't drunk. (It was a strange definition of "amusing" when it came to Valkyrie and being drunk, alright?) Approaching her, he couldn't help but poke her about it a little. "You do know you're working, right?"
The things you can get away with when you're the boss.