Dick Grayson: Agent of SHIELD

[daringyoungman]

It's been a long day. Or night. Or... actually, Dick's been moving around so much in the last 24 hours he's not sure what timezone his body thinks he's in. It's been a long one, involving Inhumans and alien weaponry and a lot of people trying very hard to kill him.

Fortunately, no one succeeded, but it looked close there for a minute.

In a leather biker jacket and jeans so tight they may cause a health warning, Dick Grayson picks a spot, orders himself a whisky and turns around, leaning back against the bar as he surveys the patrons casually, wondering who would make the best conversation.

[OOC: Dick's AU. Please assume no knowledge of any other versions of him. What happens in AU week stays in AU week, plskthx.]

Comments

[maverick_mitchell]

Does the fighter pilot in an olive-drab flight suit at a nearby table look like a good candidate?

I mean, it doesn't look like he's in the drinking mood, what with that glass of water, but damn those aviator shades really round out the look.

[daringyoungman]

Yeah, he'll do. Dick has a quick sip of his drink and strolls over, swirling his drink around the rocks as he walks.

"Not drinking?" he asks as he sits down.

[maverick_mitchell]

Maverick shakes his head. "Heading back to my world after this. Can't be under the influence in a F-14."

(Bar supplied him with an introductory pamphlet. He's adjusted surprisingly well - and quickly - thus far.)

As he holds out a hand for Dick to shake:

"I'm Maverick."

[daringyoungman]

"Dick."

He shakes the hand once, and all round totally unremarkable handshake.

"And you've got a point. the fines for DUI are bad enough."

Apparently he gets them occasionally.

[maverick_mitchell]

"I'll take your word for it."

The handshake done with, Mav leans back in his seat.

"Been coming here long?"

[not_the_cavalry]

[ooc: I'm going to pretend they're from the same era, so this is normal Melinda but late Season 2 Melinda. :). Let me know if anything's an issue!]

When Melinda walks into the bar, she's listening to someone on the phone. She stops, and glances back to the bar door, before rolling her eyes and tucking it away.

She pauses, when she catches sight of Dick, brows arching slightly. "Grayson," she says, leaving off the Agent due to being in Bar. She leans against it. "Feeling cozy?"

[daringyoungman]

"May."

Tired he may be, but his eyes genuinely light up to see her. He can't help it - he likes her, okay?

"Feeling pretty cozy now I've got something to warm me up. Are you drinking?"

He's done for the night. But sometimes the bar catches you when you need to stay alert, he knows that.

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Write up is here. Basically he's on the road to being part of Ben Wade' gang.)

William's at a table with an unloaded rifle beside him, staring at a whiskey as he tries to think of a plan.

Today isn't going as he expected and when he notices Dick looking around, he tips his hat.