Who:Steph Black Cat and Connor What: An encounter that escalates. Where: Somewhere in Rainier Valley. When: Tonight? Warnings: TBD.
It hadn't taken Steph long to realize that Seattle was fucking insane, but she could make that work for her. After the whole Reaver business she'd been on a bit of a hiatus work-wise, trying to fix up her apartment and replace basically everything she'd once had inside it. Then there were some alterations she needed to add to the suit in terms of warmth and protection, but in no time Black Cat was back out on the street. Getting some attention wasn't as easily as she'd initially thought. It took a lot to get in the papers around here, apparently, but Steph had no intention of killing anyone or playing hero, so she simply decided to put aside her thirst for infamy in favor of racking up a tasty profit first. Surprisingly enough there were quite a few fat cats willing to pay the right price to satisfy their desires, especially when it meant they got to sit back and let someone else do the dirty work. The fact that she enjoyed said dirty work was even better.
Tonight, however, was personal. An ex-client had fucked her over and now Steph was determined to get back what was rightfully hers. She never stole for free, not unless it was for herself, and no one shorted her on payment and got away with it. The asshole liked to slum around Rainier, frequenting clubs there even though he had the money for so much better, and she happened to know that he carried a lot of cash on him at all times. The key was to get to him before he reached his fancy limo parked around the block.
Steph watched the club's entrance until she saw her mark emerge, staggering slightly, before springing into action. Once he turned the corner onto an empty street she dropped down from the fire escape below as silently and swiftly as a cat, ability in full-force due to the amount of time she'd had to rest over the last few weeks. "Hey there, sugar." She stood clad in full Black Cat regala, an interesting sight to behold out in the streets in the tail end of winter, but Mr. George Lawson was above all else a man, and the look he gave her was surprise mingled with drunken interest. Ew.
"Hey," he slurred in response, turning fully to face her. Steph cocked an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. "You've got something that belongs to me," she informed him, taking a step forward. "No one steals from me and gets away with it, baby. That's not how it works." She doubted he'd make this easy, but she wasn't worried. In five minutes or less she'd have her money and could be on her way.