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When; 5th June, 6pm
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Johanna Mason and Clint Barton
Summary; ~~Clint~~ Gramps promised to buy ~~Johanna~~ Mouthy dinner, so he's buying her dinner.
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[ Growing lazy or not within the City and away from what he does out in the real world, Clint still turns up dead on six, as arranged, and seats himself at the perfect booth within the café; he makes sure his back is firmly against a wall where he's got a clear view of the door and can see both the room at large and beyond the large window. It's an old habit, one that's saved his life on more than one occasion, and sometimes habits are hard to break.

He doesn't really hold expectations, but if she happens to be late, well, he's not going to mind. He does hold off ordering, though, half of his attention scanning over the menu he already more or less knows by heart and the other half keeping an eye out. He's not seen Natasha around for a few days, so he wants to keep watch in case she wanders by while he's out, and with the army out in force ploughing down anyone who so much as looks funny it's safe to say he's on edge and watching out for anyone he knows in case they need back-up. ]

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[HEY! Johanna was only five minutes late. She didn't actually know where the place was, so she had to charm some idiot into showing her the way. At the door, she gives him a smile and wave before coming into the restaurant. Johanna looked lovely in a very simple dress. It showed off all the lovely work the capital had done to her body after she won the games by fitting like a glove. Johanna herself didn't have any makeup on, but she didn't need much of it in the first place, being so young. It was clear that the man that had helped her had been looking anywhere but her face though.

Johanna just rolled her eyes as she walked into the restaurant and waves at Clint, dropping the act she had put on for the guy.]

Hey Gramps! [She yells. So charming, right?]

[ Clint might see better from a distance, but he would need to be blind not to notice what she's putting on offer, and he admires it in his own way; if anything, he was expecting there to be marks of the tough life she's implied when speaking of her homeworld, not unlike himself and others he works around, but there's nothing to see.

He smirks as he watches the guy practically tripping over himself to get a piece of her because he's pretty certain she's got the situation under control before she shakes him off.

With a snort of a laugh, Clint gets up and pulls out her chair - never say that he's not a gentleman when he chooses to be - and gestures her to get over here already. ] Making friends?

[Johanna did have marks, but the capital was sure to get ride of them. She hadn't been scared up in the quarter quell either, which was, in retrospect, odd. Johanna wasn't going to think about it though. She had this body she hated, but she wasn't above using it for some fun. Johanna takes her seat, smiling up at Clint.]

Thanks. Didn't wait long?

[She looked around herself. He wasn't the only one that kept awareness of his surroundings. Johanna spotted the exits and any place or things she could use if needed. She moved her chair so her back was to the wall too. No way in hell was she going to have her back exposed.]

Nah, not long enough to raise an eyebrow about it. [ Plus, he's pleased to be out of the house, around others, the ticking much less out in public, and he's more than ready to put some food away.

He takes note of the way she shifts, subtle, but to him, far too aware of caution, he can't help spotting the signs of someone used to watching their back. ] Out of curiosity, how long've you been here?

About two months. [Johanna nods, picking up the menu that the waitress left. She's going to move on beyond talking about herself reaaaally quick.]

Do you have any suggestions?

Long enough to find somewhere to settle as long as you have to? [ He's no better at talking about himself, although his time spent here is hardly a secret, so there's something to work with. ]

The fish isn't bad.

Something like that.

[Truth was, Johanna had several places. She never stayed in one of them for long. She didn't trust this place at all. Every one of them had supplies and stuff. She did have a place where she worked, but it was far into the woods. She wasn't about to tell him any of that.]

Fish, huh? [That was the last meal she had in the arena, fish and anything else Finnick could catch. Lost of it too. It would remind her of the big idiot, so why not?]

Sounds good to me, I'll just ask for the catch of the day. [Putting the menu down, she looks at Clint.] What about you?

[ He nods, to acknowledge that he's listening, but he lets it drop after that, picking up on her reluctance to talk too much about herself; he knows the look. ]

Protein. [ He shrugs, knowing he's let himself go a little since arriving in the City over a year ago now, but he still works out, tries to keep his physique in tact as much as possible. ] And the sauce is pretty good.

[ Another glance at the menu and he decides that why not. ] Make it two for the fish.

[Johanna gives a little smile at his choice.]

I know a guy that can catch anything in the sea, he's not here though. What about you? Is anyone anyone from your world here?

Sounds like a guy you'd want to get stuck on an island with. [ He knows he could have used that once or twice.

Sipping the water the waitress poured. ] Yeah and no. [ He shrugs, because he's not particularly close to anyone. ] There's a few from my world, not all from the same timeline. And one from an alternate dimension of it.

[johanna just raises an eyebrow at him.]

Say again? [Johanna has no other words because SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT DIMENSIONS ARE.]

[ It looks as if there's amusement ready to break loose on his face at any moment, but he's reserved enough to keep it in. ]

Well, if you know Steve, the guy's from my world, same time and place. And then there's Bucky, same world, but before my time. But Natasha? She looks like someone I know, she's got most of the same personality traits as the woman I know, but she's not her. [ He shrugs, because, well, he gets science-like things, but as far as technical terms go, he's not even going to try. ] Guess there's another world parallel to the one I'm from, but it's...different. Same people, places, but events, choices, all that differs in some places. [ He takes another sip of water, wondering when the last time he even spoke so much happened to be. ]

.... [she just shrugs.] Right. I'll never get that. [Johanna does brawn, not science crap.]

[ Now he openly looks amused. ] Yeah, it's my life and it's headache inducing. But the short version? There's people I know of here, but no one I really know. [ No one he can truly trust. ]

[Johanna grins back.]

Well you can get to know me, Gramps. You don't piss me the fuck off, which is pretty rare.

And with a potty mouth to die for, how can I say no to that?

[ Lifting the glass of water, he brings it to clink with hers, a smirk stretching his lips. ]

[Cheers! She clinks her water glass back with his and take a sip, putting it down and then giving a laugh.]

The start of a fucking awesome friendship.

No other way to put it.

[ And he could do with a few more of those. ]

So since you're cool enough to be a little young, you're now Pops. Gramps isn't really young enough. [She grins mischievously.] You must have thought up a nick name for me, Pops. Clue me in.

[ There's a blank stare at first and then his face crinkles around the edges as a soft chuckle follows. ]

It's still the first day of this budding friendship and already I'm moving up the ladder. [ Leaning forward, elbow on the table with his chin resting on his chin in mock thought. ] Can't rush these things, kid.

[Johanna chuckles back.]

Might be dead tomorrow, Pops. Don't want to be too slow on the uptake.

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