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WHO: shieldborn and notalilmermaid
WHAT: Meeting for drinks to talk shop about alternate universes.
WHERE: A little greasy spoon diner within a few miles of the Rio Grande.
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WARNINGS: -
SUMMARY: Namora and Cap make friendly.
Namora strode into the diner, head high, slicking windblown black hair out of her face. The dusk light picked up the gold in her earrings and the scales of her clothing as she put one hand to her hip, ignoring the stares of all the civilians turning to look at the nearly naked monarch who had just strode it. Namora also ignored hostess who asked if she was eating alone in favour of skimming the restaurant's small crowd in search of her 'date' for the evening.
Finding him only took a moment. Hemmed in by commoners Steve Rogers stuck out like a sore thumb.
Namora nodded at Steve for the hostess to see before padding across the tile floor to the booth where he was already nursing a coffee. It was like watching a photograph come to life seeing him again in the flesh. Awkward that it was with her not being exactly the Captain she once knew the nostalgia had been more then enough to draw her in when he had contacted her with an interest in meeting in person.
"Everything else here is so different and yet your face is exactly as I remember it Captain." she told him by way of greeting, standing straight-backed by the end of the table. "My company was requested?"
WHAT: Meeting for drinks to talk shop about alternate universes.
WHERE: A little greasy spoon diner within a few miles of the Rio Grande.
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WARNINGS: -
SUMMARY: Namora and Cap make friendly.
Namora strode into the diner, head high, slicking windblown black hair out of her face. The dusk light picked up the gold in her earrings and the scales of her clothing as she put one hand to her hip, ignoring the stares of all the civilians turning to look at the nearly naked monarch who had just strode it. Namora also ignored hostess who asked if she was eating alone in favour of skimming the restaurant's small crowd in search of her 'date' for the evening.
Finding him only took a moment. Hemmed in by commoners Steve Rogers stuck out like a sore thumb.
Namora nodded at Steve for the hostess to see before padding across the tile floor to the booth where he was already nursing a coffee. It was like watching a photograph come to life seeing him again in the flesh. Awkward that it was with her not being exactly the Captain she once knew the nostalgia had been more then enough to draw her in when he had contacted her with an interest in meeting in person.
"Everything else here is so different and yet your face is exactly as I remember it Captain." she told him by way of greeting, standing straight-backed by the end of the table. "My company was requested?"