Well' shes shakin' that thing... Characters: Nick, Black Cat Setting: Nobu and then a hotel. Content: Nick Fury and Black Cat. That right there should tell you something. Summary: Felicia and Nick go out to dinner.
Nick waited outside of Nobu at a quarter to seven, dressed in a suit and his characteristic black leather trench coat. He wasn't feeling nervous exactly but he hadn't had a real date in awhile. Certainly he'd never been out with a woman that looked like Felicia Hardy that he didn't have to pay for. Hookers wanted money. Nick wasn't quite sure what exactly Ms. Hardy wanted but he knew she wanted something. They all did. The paranoid part of him warned him that he would probably pay for this. It had also advised him to do a background check on her, but he hadn't bothered. Nick never did a background check on his escorts, except for Carmelita and she was a special case. This was just dinner and a hotel anyway- he couldn't take her home with Miss Drew staying there- so why should it be any different? Besides, if she tried to steal his wallet he could just shoot her in the face. That was usually his policy. Luckily for them, none of New York City's ladies of the night had ever dared to touch his wallet. With his hands shoved in his pockets Nick leaned against the restaurant's wall and found that he was whistling. It might just be a good night.