( in her peripherals she notices that someone has joined her at the bar. pep doesn’t look up though she can feel their eyes on her. it’s not like she’d mind the company, but she’s not going to invite them over to watch her beat herself up about work. it wasn’t anything new, but she always tried to keep herself composed while in the public eye, because people twisted and turned things big and small. she sighed, having hoped that she could sneak under the radar, but that would have been too much to ask. )
I’d like another. Please. ( setting the tips of her fingers on the base of her glass she nudges it forward. ) …with a few extra olives.
( but… thinking about it, maybe it’d help her take her mind off of, well, everything. mindless chit chat with a stranger. the more she thought about it the more she started to warm up to the idea. when she felt them looming alongside her she looked up with a smile, though it turned to surprise the moment she realized just who was beside her. ) Mr. Rogers. ( no, she’d never formally met him, but she knew who he was. who didn’t. tony had spoken of him a couple of times, because of his father’s involvement in the super soldier project. that, and she had gotten a chance to see some of shield’s files thanks to his inability to mind his own business. ) It’s nice to finally get to meet you and, no no, not at all. ( she motioned to the seat beside her. ) Sit. Please. I’m just trying to wind down after a long, very long, ( she amended. ) day. ( looking back at her newly refreshed drink she offered a sheepish smile. )
( she caught herself absentmindedly staring at him, because the pictures did him absolutely no justice. he looked a lot better in person. ) Can I get you something to drink? ( uncrossing and recrossing her legs she swallowed, unable to keep her mind from wandering as she combed her eyes over him. ) So what ( she felt her throat go dry as she once again tried to speak. ) what brings you here?
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I’d like another. Please. ( setting the tips of her fingers on the base of her glass she nudges it forward. ) …with a few extra olives.
( but… thinking about it, maybe it’d help her take her mind off of, well, everything. mindless chit chat with a stranger. the more she thought about it the more she started to warm up to the idea. when she felt them looming alongside her she looked up with a smile, though it turned to surprise the moment she realized just who was beside her. ) Mr. Rogers. ( no, she’d never formally met him, but she knew who he was. who didn’t. tony had spoken of him a couple of times, because of his father’s involvement in the super soldier project. that, and she had gotten a chance to see some of shield’s files thanks to his inability to mind his own business. ) It’s nice to finally get to meet you and, no no, not at all. ( she motioned to the seat beside her. ) Sit. Please. I’m just trying to wind down after a long, very long, ( she amended. ) day. ( looking back at her newly refreshed drink she offered a sheepish smile. )
( she caught herself absentmindedly staring at him, because the pictures did him absolutely no justice. he looked a lot better in person. ) Can I get you something to drink? ( uncrossing and recrossing her legs she swallowed, unable to keep her mind from wandering as she combed her eyes over him. ) So what ( she felt her throat go dry as she once again tried to speak. ) what brings you here?