it's a Red Fish Mingle

[searingedgelord]

Who: Red Fish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: on the Red Fish
When: All month long

[What's the Murder Fish crew doing in the aftermath of the holidays? Let's find out.]

Comments

[postocular]

[ Well, she's definitely not wrong. Hopefully she's not waiting too long when he finally shows himself, intent on getting something to eat. He doesn't expect her to be sitting there waiting, and he wracks his brain to figure out if he missed something. ]

Hey, Natasha.

[outstandingbalance]

Hey. [It could be she's been waiting a while. She doesn't seem bothered by it, though.] Coffee? Or are you too young for that.

[postocular]

I'm not 'too young' for coffee, I just don't like it much. Or I haven't found what works, I guess.

[outstandingbalance]

My mistake. I'd offer you some, but if it's not your thing...

[Even though it's technically his coffee.]

So how are you doing? It seems like it's been a little while since we just hung out.

[postocular]

[ He moves to sink down in a chair across from her. ] Better, I think.

[ There's a brief pause, a quick quirk of his lips. ] Maggie's back.

How are you?

[outstandingbalance]

Doing all right. I have a friend who showed up too—he's a good guy, if you run into him.

[And also missing an eye? So how about that.]

Thor?

[postocular]

I haven't, no.

..Wait. Thor like.. God of thunder? [ He is very skeptical, okay? ]

[outstandingbalance]

Basically. It's a little more complicated than that, but the guy the story was based off of.

[postocular]

Oh..[ A beat. ] Cool.

[outstandingbalance]

Cool? [Okay, kid. Okay.] I'll have to tell him it takes more than that to impress you.

[postocular]

I mean, I'd have to see for myself, you know! You could be fibbing.

[outstandingbalance]

Could be. I am an accomplished fibber.

[postocular]

How deep does this go? Do you even like coffee, or is that a fib, too?

[outstandingbalance]

A good fib is a lifestyle. You might never know.

[postocular]

No? I bet somebody here's knows some of your secrets. You have people from home around.

[ Carl Grimes: Super Sleuth. ]

[outstandingbalance]

You going to investigate me, kid?

[postocular]

I could always ask the Starstruck. [ And then he smirks like a little shit. ] Or your boyfriend.

[ Yeah, lady. He saw your network post! ]

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, go ahead and ask him. Let me know what he says. [Natasha is confident in her friends, but Bucky in particular she trusts not to have loose lips.] See how much any of them know.

[postocular]

[ First, he'd have to figure out who it even was, though he can rule out a good number of people. Or snoop through the log, but that's neither here nor there. ]

Oh come on! [ He flops down in the chair across from her. ] You can't always be an impenetrable fortress.

[outstandingbalance]

Maybe not, but it's worked so far.

[postocular]

Tell me something that you like. Outside of all this stuff.

We can even go back and forth if you want.

[outstandingbalance]

You really want to know that much, huh? [A pause, then a shrug.] All right. I like to dance.

[postocular]

Yeah? [ It's a little surprising, but it makes sense, he thinks. ] What kind of dancing?

[outstandingbalance]

Ballet. I learned as a kid. [One of the few good things she learned.] Your turn.

[postocular]

I never learned to dance. Didn't really have much of a reason to.

[ His head tilts to the side, arms resting over each other on the table. ]

What do you want to know?