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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 6:03:42 GMT -5
"A diner?" Shayera asks, raising an eyebrow slightly. But, probably just when Harvey is starting to worry that she has something against that particular kind of restaurant, she comments, "Hmm, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever actually been in one of those before." Partly because she hasn't been on the planet for very long, partly because she doesn't get out much except when she's working, and partly because a diner during the day is just the sort of place she tends to steer clear of and this whole being up so late at night thing is still strange to her - she's naturally an early bird. "No reason not to change that," she adds with a smile.
Observing quietly as the doctor finishes up, followed by the brief exchange about whether or not the treatment should be paid for, Shayera's expression remains passive even as she can't help but silently approve. If you ask her, it's the people who don't want to be paid who ought to be paid the most. Though that thought is soon replaced by her silent relief at being able to leave that small room again. She was handling being in it just fine, keeping herself focused on other things, but that doesn't mean that she isn't quite pleased to be out of there. When they step outside, she can't help but stretch her wings out to their full fifteen feet for a moment just to shake off the built up sense of confinement.
Walking to the diner actually feels a bit unusual to Shayera. Not that walking is abnormal to her, but she's accustomed to doing so only indoors most of the time, even if she's going just around the corner. Walking just seems to take a lot of time and patience, but she finds that this particular walk seems shorter than it already was. And she's quite pleased to notice the lack of other customers at the place as they arrive - that's one perk of being away at such a ridiculous hour. That Harvey once again gets greeted by name gets a smile, and she's quick to sit next to him at the counter. He's right that booths are a problem - stools are the best kind of seat in her opinion, though she can manage a chair if she has to, especially if it has a low back. Booths, on the other hand, she just can't work with - definitely not made for Thanagarians.
As she sits she starts to scan the menu, though since nothing immediately jumps out of her, she comments, "Hmm, meat. And possibly eggs. Spicy, maybe. But I'm definitely a very hungry carnivore right now." Figuring that if he's been here enough that they know his name, she glances over at Harvey and asks, "Any suggestions?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 10:37:21 GMT -5
Harvey only glanced at the menu, he already knew what he would want. he turned his head to Shayera when she asked for suggestions. He thought about it for a minute.
"Ah, you like spicy stuff. eh? I do, too, but not too much all in one sitting, otherwise it isn't too pleasant later. Milk always helps."
Harvey looked over the menu for her. He found something right up her alley.
"You sound like a steak and eggs girl. Put a little tabasco on them eggs and boom, you got everything a girl could want, Dove."
Harvey knew she was Hawkgirl, but he thought Dove was a bit more fitting. She was awful sweet and not too bad on the eyes either.
"I was gonna have the same myself, but I should probably skip the steak. I try to limit myself to only having red meat about once or twice a week."
Harvey went ahead and ordered himself eggs, bacon, hash browns and a waffle. He did love a good waffle here and there. He even skipped coffee and opted for a chocolate milk instead. He was hoping he might be able to manage some sleep in a little while.
"So, how's it all goin', beautiful?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 14:43:51 GMT -5
When Harvey mentions milk, Shayera looks amused but chooses to refrain from making the comment on the tip of her tongue - he probably wouldn't appreciate it. Instead she keeps her concentration on the menu, nodding at his suggestion, but commenting, "Well, almost everything I could want - maybe that with a side of bacon? Oh, and sausage too!" Because when she said that she was hungry for meat, she wasn't joking.
Normally she'd actually be kind of annoyed by being called a dove - that's a very weak and harmless sort of bird, after all. But for some reason she doesn't mind it so much just now - perhaps because she's getting the sense that he'll probably call her by some other name, odds are that it would be one she'd like even less, and she doesn't think that he means it in the way that would offend her anyway. Most anyone who really knows her would agree that she's much more of a hawk though, but then again Harvey hasn't had more than a glimpse of her fiercer side, even though that's normally very much present. Probably because he manages to get her to relax, and that's when her kinder side tends to come out more.
"Oh, not me!" she says quickly when he talks of limiting his red meat, "I need my protein - lots of protein. I'm still trying to get my full strength back." Though she pauses after saying that, a little unsure if she wanted to mention that. Well, water under the bridge now. She orders the steak and eggs with the extra sides, and chooses to simply drink water - she'd like to get some sleep too and nothing that wouldn't harm that goal sounds very good to her at the moment.
His question gets a shrug of her wings, and she says, "It's hard to say - I'm still getting used to living in Gotham and... everything else. I suppose you might say that everything is going according to plan, but I'm not sure if the plan works yet." She's not trying to be quite that vague, but she has a hard time describing her present without being a little too specific or at least venturing into 'very long story' territory. "Either way, it keeps going. How about you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 15:22:22 GMT -5
Harvey couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm toward proteins.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're starting to sound more and more like a Klingon..."
Harvey wondered if she would even get the joke, but that's alright. She had plenty of time to get familiar with that aspect of humans. Q'apla!
"To get your strength back? What'd you do? Too much time out and about on the streets or somethin'? Eh, it ain't my business anyway."
Harvey had seen the look on her face right after she said it. That was what prompted him to say it really wasn't his business. Harvey's spent enough of his professional life goading people to talk about things they did not want to talk about. He didn't like to do that to friends, and she was turning out to be a fast friend. Harvey kind of needed a quick friend these days. He had so few, it was always just nice to make a new one without any real worries.
He took a drink of his milk and moved his shoulder just right to cause him to hiss under his breath at the pain. She was no stranger to his hisses, she'd already been out drinking with him. This hiss was different, as it was one of genuine discomfort. She's lucky, at least a bullet wound wouldn't take her as long to heal as it would him. He started to get out a cigarette, but decided to go without it for now. It wouldn't help that bullet wound close up any faster, that was for sure.
"Eh, I got told to go home from work yesterday. Nearly crashed a squad car. Even when I'm off work though, some how my life is still full of gunshots and bullet holes, Dove."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 3:49:32 GMT -5
"A what?" Shayera asks, mystified. Though she does try quite hard to keep up with popular culture, she's only had five years on this planet to try to get up to speed, she's been very busy for most of that time, there's so much of it, and there's always more being added. So naturally there are a number of large gaps, and Klingons are in one of those large gaps.
As she halfway feared, he asks about her strength, though she's quick to say, "No, it's alright - I brought it up." There's the briefest of pauses as she considers how to answer that - because she'd like to give him an answer, but not too much of one. "Before I was in Gotham I was taking a sabbatical, and didn't exactly keep up with my normal exercise routine. So, naturally, I have some work to do to get back to where I was," she explains. Yeah, that ought to do.
Of course, she can't admit to that weakness without adding, "Not that anyone's noticed, I'm sure - what's a couple hundred pounds off your maximum when it's still well over a thousand?" Though it does matter a lot to her, if only because she doesn't enjoy knowing that she's not as strong as she's used to being. Or as fast, for that matter - she's certainly been working herself hard in her workouts to whip herself back into shape.
The hiss that she hears from him when he moves causes no reaction from her at first, but after a moment of consideration, she mildly asks, "You're okay?" The way she says it, it could almost be mistaken for a statement - she's completely certain that he'll be just fine, but she feels the need to show at least some minor indication that she cares about how he's handling it anyway. Just because bullets hurt her less doesn't mean that she hasn't been injured by other things that were just as bad to her as his wounds are to him, after all - there's plenty of room for her to empathize.
Her eyebrow lifts when he mentions his near crash, but she's noticed how tired he looks and that's not hard to piece together. "My life always seems to get worse when I'm not sleeping well too," she comments, though the cause of her own problems in that area are probably the other way around.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 19:12:13 GMT -5
"Eh, its a thing from a TV show. Just watch some episodes of Star Trek some time..."
Harvey took a few sips at his milk while she explained. He just nodded along and eventually grinned a little.
"Yeah, I suppose you have to do a lot to keep what you got, eh? You should have seen me a year or two ago, I liked my donuts a little too much, still do. Have to run 'em off when I can. I do eat a little better, though. I can't say no to a good slice of pizza though. Its a weakness."
Harvey had to double take when she said thousand.
"Wait... How much can you bench press?"
Harvey was very glad he had not yet pissed this lady off, nor did he ever intend to, especially now. He couldn't imagine that much power in one body. It was just.... ridiculous. Batman was a pretty strong guy, but Harvey knew he was no super human. He couldn't even imagine how hurt he would have been in the past had Batman been that strong. He and the caped crusader have had their scraps.
"Yeah, no sleep makes for a not so nice detective, methinks."
He was actually doing better than he normally did.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 3:54:32 GMT -5
Looking somewhat amused by the suggestion, Shayera says, "Alright." It shouldn't be too hard to look into whatever Star Trek is and see what these Klingons are. She'll probably look it up next time she can't sleep - so if not tonight then tomorrow.
She's quickly nodding as Harvey speaks of his own fitness difficulties, and when he mentions his weakness for pizza, she gives a short laugh and comments, "I'd hate to see what my diet would do to me if I had the metabolism of a human - I don't think I'd be able to fly." And given just how much weight her wings can lift, that's saying something.
And speaking of lifting weights, she can't help but smile as she says, "Well, last I checked, only about seventeen hundred." Which was rather light for her, though she's had this conversation with enough humans before that she's sure it will blow his mind. Especially since she looks no bigger than your average human woman who is in very good shape, but once again that's because she's a Thanagarian - very compact muscles.
Her eyes drift momentarily from Harvey to the door to the back room of the diner - she wasn't lying when she said that she was famished, and all this talk about diet and exercise isn't helping matters at all. Though she looks back at Harvey and even looks a bit amused as she comments, "Oh, I don't know about that - you're taking me out to dinner right after being shot. If this is you being a 'not so nice' detective, exactly how nice are you normally? Do you buy cars for people?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 21:19:18 GMT -5
Harvey laughed at her comment. He patted his stomach a couple of times.
"Eh, you'd probably look like the way I used to. Though, to be fair to myself, I was pretty skinny when I was young. It wasn't until my thirties when I started letting go of myself. Eh, least I got my shit together before it was too late."
Harvey nearly spit some of his milk at the mention of seventeen hundred pounds. She wiped his mouth and looked at her wide eyes with an amazed grin.
"What? You mean, yer tellin' me, that you could lift a friggin Miata over your head? Damn girl. I really will be making sure I don't go around pissing you off any. Time. Soon."
Their food was brought to them. Harvey did not take any time to grab some tabasco and douse his eggs with the stuff. He took his toast next and began to butter it and reached for some apple butter. He'd discovered the stuff when a detective that used to work back at HQ, whom had been from the south, gave him a jar of it. It was like heaven in a mason jar. Hell in a mason jar was moonshine. Harvey appreciated the stuff, but care for it he did not.
He laughed at her again.
"Ha, nice one. And no, I arrest criminals."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 4:30:03 GMT -5
Even though she was expecting it, Shayera can't help but be amused by Harvey's reaction when she says the number. "A Miata would be a lighter car?" she guesses, as cars are one thing that she doesn't know very much about at all. Mostly because she avoids riding in them whenever possible - they're awkward with her wings, cramped inside, and slower than flying. "Yes," she comments with a smile, adding, "Though I'm honestly more about speed and endurance than strength..." Because, yes, those are even more impressive than that. But it's all relative to her - her skills may far surpass a human, but she still doesn't hold a candle to someone like Clark.
The moment she spots the food coming, Shayera's eyes are locked on target, and when it's put in front of her she happily digs in. Any teacher of proper young ladies would be appalled by her table manners, but as far as she's concerned she sticks with the most important ones and ignores the rest: she chews with her mouth closed, doesn't speak with food in her mouth, and takes care not to make a mess, but she'll put as much food as she wants into her mouth at any given time, put her elbows on the table, and lick her fingers. There's no need to be too fussy, after all.
And all the meat that she's ordered looks just delicious! She waits a moment to try the eggs, though, letting Harvey finish with the tabasco sauce and pouring some over her eggs before she does. Trying a bit of it, she nods in approval - the heat doesn't really get to her, but it is enough to add a nice zing to the eggs. Most of her initial attention is on the steak though, which she cuts into large pieces.
Between bites she smirks and comments, "And I knock them around until they give up. Then give them to you guys." Though half a moment after that, her expression suddenly flattens and her eyes turn to stare at her food because the thought which immediately follows after that is hardly a happy one. Actually, it's a sad and rather painful one, which she partly masks behind a brooding silence and sip of from her water glass - which she really, really wishes was that bottle of scotch right now. Now, why did she have to start thinking about that now?
Taking a deep breath as she puts her water glass down, she gives Harvey a somewhat apologetic smile - she doesn't want to concern him or ruin the relaxed mood. "Sorry - bad memory," she says quietly, sounding just a little embarrassed but not otherwise upset.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 17:48:24 GMT -5
"Yes, and people who drive them are real schmucks, so toss them allover the place!"
Harvey chuckled and got into his food again. He took a sip of his milk before he really got going strong with it. He decided to go for the eggs first, they always got cold fasted. He would use his toast to sop up the yolk later.
He smiled a bit at her next comment and then noted how she zoned out a bit and pretended not to notice it. He looked back over at her when she apologized.
"Eh, happens to me too sometimes. I got plenty of 'em."
So many of them.
"So with all that speed and stamina of yours, you ever date anyone since you been on earth? I hear we're the best lookin' schmucks around."
Harvey grinned at his food and started dlving into his hashbrowns after salting him a little.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 1:09:38 GMT -5
Shayera gives a quiet murmur of agreement - she has a lot of bad memories too, in addition to the one that just hit her, but most of them aren't nearly so painful and are far enough in the past that they only occasionally trouble her dreams. She hopes that some day even this memory will become yet another one of those, but that day is not today.
Especially since it seems like nearly everything reminds her of it in some way, but though that includes Harvey's next question, at least that's a shallower end of the painful memory pool. "Yes, once. But it ended on a bad note several months ago," she explains between bites of her steak. But that part she's... okay with. She thinks. It did hurt a little when she heard that he already has a new girlfriend. But she doesn't blame him - she did just disappear on him. Still... ouch...
Forcing her mind to move on from that, she smirks as she adds, "But I don't know about 'best looking' - I've yet to see anyone around here with a sexy pair of wings, and without that..." She shakes her head, as if to indicate that the entire human species is completely hopeless aesthetically without them. Finishing off her steak, she moves on to her eggs and inwardly debates whether it should be the bacon or sausage after that - should she eat the best first or save it for last? And is bacon or sausage better, for that one?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 14:13:50 GMT -5
Harvey nods rather somberly at her note on a relationship ending on a bad note. If anyone understood such a happening it was Harvey Theodore Bullock. Most of the over a dozen relationships he'd had in his life usually ended on bad notes. Sometimes worse than bad, terrible, atrocious, tragic. Harvey had a way about him in the department of driving women away. At least in the past. He'd been making a conscious effort to improve himself over the last year or so. He figured if he didn't start doing something to take care of himself one of these days it might be too late. Harvey figured his heart would be what did him in, figuratively and literally.
"Heh, yeah I know that one too well, dove."
He continued eating, pausing to throw some hot sauce on his hashbrowns and have another drink of his milk. He looked at her with a sheepish grin at her sexy wings comment.
"Oh, baby doll, you ain't seen me at Halloween."
Harvey tended to go to some sort of Halloween party every year, most of the time he preferred not to dress up, but there had been many a time that someone made him wear a costume. A few years ago Montoya dressed him, did his make up, and put a halo over his head. She had made wings for him. No one at the party recognized him as an angel. It was a little opposite of what they expected, most likely.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 17:15:06 GMT -5
In spite of her long life, Shayera doesn't possess that long of a list of previous relationships. A huge part of that is because of the simple fact that when you have many more decades between maturity and old age you don't have to be in such a hurry to settle down. So she'd been able to put nearly all her focus into her career for a very long time without having to pause to worry that she might be missing out on something she couldn't have later. But sometimes relationships happen even when you're not really looking for them - even when you shouldn't be looking for them... - and she'd thought that she'd been right on track until she wasn't. And it all fell apart when the rest did.
Her eyebrow lifts when he mentions Halloween, and she laughs as she says, "Costume wings do not count!" Reaching out with the upper edge of her wing, she gives him a firm tap to the shoulder - the uninjured one, naturally - rather like a soft punch, but with a wing instead of a fist. Probably because she's using one hand to scoop eggs into her mouth with a fork, while the elbow of the other arm is being used to lean on the bar-top - extra limbs are useful like that.
A pause for a mouthful of eggs, and she adds, "Still, a part of me kind of wants to see that..." If only to see exactly how awful they are. Like anyone with fans, she's seen plenty of people try to dress up like her, and while she's been impressed by the attention to detail in all other aspects of her appearance from some of the better ones, she's never seen anyone really get the wings right. They never look quite... natural. She chalks it up to humans simply caring far less about feathers than they do about, for example, hair - which is why there are many fine wigs on this planet but no decent fake wings. Then again, now that she's picturing Harvey with wings - even the fake kind... It wouldn't be that bad of a look for him. Or at least, she doesn't think so.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 18:09:13 GMT -5
Harvey thought for a moment, chiding himself mentally for having to mention that damn Halloween costume. After about another thirty seconds he finally whipped his phone out and began going through his photos. Compared to most other people that had smart phones, Harvey had very few pictures on it. There were a few dumb memes people had sent him. A lot of his photos seemed to be ones others took of him. Apparently people just LOVED to steal his phone and take picture with it at work and out socializing. He finally pulled up the picture. His face was plasticine white and even his hair had some kind of powder in it to make it 'more angelic' as Montoya had put it. Apparently everyone at that particular party had been amused at his appearance, once they realized it was him. Though, it didn't take terribly long to see it was him, thanks to that chin of his. "There. The girl used to work at the department as a file clerk."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 23:54:07 GMT -5
Having not expected Harvey to be able to do anything with that thought here and now, Shayera concentrates on her eggs until she notices him flipping through photos on his phone out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't have a phone, though come to think of it that's because she'd had a Justice League communicator and could talk to nearly anyone she'd want to through it so a phone was redundant. Perhaps she ought to think about getting one now? But there are now only a few, maybe four, people she can think of that would call her if she had a number for them to use.
When she sees the photo, she can't help but burst out laughing. But it's not a mocking laugh at all - no, she just doesn't see any reason why she can't express her honest amusement. As expected the wings are bad, but given the rest of the outfit she thinks that the wings are beside the point. "Oh, that's..." she starts when her chuckles die down a bit, though she struggles for a moment to find the right adjective. She speaks English nearly as well as a native, even though she's only had five years of it under her belt, but sometimes she struggles on words not normally in her vocabulary, "Adorable? No... Precious! Yes, that's the word! Precious..."
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