Who: Maria, Carol + OPEN to bar patrons (CoughRoguescough) When: June 11th, evening (backdate) Where: Warriors bar What: Maria really needs a drink for all kinds of reasons: this is what passes for girltime with Carol. Rating: High for language, but safe for work
The words 'yes, sir' could be said in so many ways, and in her conversation with Fury, Maria covered just about all of them. There was the brisk, business tone for the usual orders, even if the usual orders weren't quite so usual, given the Helicarrier's current condition. There was the reluctant approval when he had orders she didn't like but would relay. Then there was the begrudging tone when he was going over her head and countermanding what she'd ordered.
And then there was the 'yes, sir' that meant the exact opposite for orders she really didn't like or want to carry out. But she would. They were, after all, orders from her superior officer. So, 'yes, sir,' she would go undercover in Gotham as a vigilante, because the Black Canary had been so very annoying to recruit they needed more information on her and the mysterious group she worked with. And as she could handle herself in the field, had not met the Canary, and was not going to be needed on the Helicarrier any time soon, that meant her.
The Helicarrier in the harbor, her assignment given, her living situation...complicated: yeah, she really needed a drink. And the 'living situation' - it sounded so much better than 'developing unfamiliar feelings for the familiar man who had let her crash on his couch which had some other woman's throw pillows - meant that she wanted to have that drink somewhere else.
Besides, she had promised herself she would try and reconnect with Carol. The fact that she'd helped knock a monster off her flight deck during the recent battle certainly earned them both a few drinks.
The bar was everything Carol had said it would be, including seedy. Maria felt right at home in her fatigue pants and black shirt. She felt almost naked without a weapon on her, but she was giving the cover for said mission a run through; if she was lucky, this could even serve as building the cover, at least a little.
Grabbing a spot at the bar, she ordered whiskey, straight up, and tried not to think about the last time she'd been drinking neat whiskey, only a few days ago.