[D4 EN ] That Drink (Winters, Aerospace Hanger)

[Snorri Tycho]

Director Winters might not have thought about mentioning an interest in a drink, but Snorri had taken it into account. He had left a note under her door, inviting her to the Aerospace Hanger, mentioning "I got a very dry red"

Next was to see if she would join him

[Lucretzia Winters]

Lucretzia did arrive.

She was... dressed down? for the occassion. Still clad in her trademark black leather jacket, she was wearing what looked like black sweat pants, simple black boots, and had pulled her hair back in a simple ponytail.

Striding into the hangar, she gazed about, eyeing the fighters with an appreciative eye, and then strolling over to the mechwarrior.

"You have chosen a fascinating location for our drink, Mr. Tycho."

[Snorri Tycho]

Snorri offers a bemused smile. "Well Ms. Winters normally I would recommend a trip into the local watering hole, and somewhere that had a scenic view. Of course, we are about to send those folks out to evacuate everything they have while we don't defend it. Sharing some drinks might...not go over so well. And as for a scenic view, I think they're all being heavily patrolled, which I imagine throws some cold water on the idea of a quiet drink. If you have a place in mind, please, by all means."

Snorri appraises the woman. "You look nice. It was a little difficult to imagine a casual Lucretzia Winters, but the look works for you."

Snorri pulls out a pair of glasses snuck from the mess hall and the bottle he had picked up in town. "Now, I couldn't find the exact vintage you were talking about, but it seemed to be what you were looking for. They called it a...Talos Pinot Noir, 2984."

[Lucretzia Winters]

She arched an eyebrow. "Surprisingly thoughtful, Mr. Tycho."

Striding across the hanger with long steps, glancing at the man, she added, thoughtfully, "It may be - we'll find out, yes? Should I ask who you had to charm to obtain this?"

[Snorri Tycho]

"People seem rather shocked that I have any thoughts, never mind that I could ever be full of them." Snorri states deadpan, trying to not include a hint of a smile at the words to see if that gets a reaction.

He sets out the glasses and uncorks the bottle, pouring into them.

"There is a bar in town. They seem eager to trade for offworld booze. If we can get something together, they say that they have crates of it socked away"

He holds out a glass. "Let me know if it is to your taste"

[Lucretzia Winters]

She accepted the glass, sniffing it pensively.

"Oh, I don't accuse you of being incapable of thought, only that you... shall we say... show a great deal of eagerness. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it an earnestness."

With a delicate sniff, she nodded, and then took a sip.

"Deep flavor, aged well... this bar managed to keep their stock properly barreled. I'm surprised, in a good way."

Glancing about for a seat, not seeing one, she shrugged, and then sat, cross-legged in a surprisingly unladylike pose, glass cradled in her left hand. "My compliments. So tell me, Mr. Tycho. Why ever did you choose to allow your comrade to deflect you toward me? Would any woman have been acceptable, or was I your target all along?"

[Snorri Tycho]

"If I wanted to be a little shit, I think I'd answer the questions at "no"" Snorri can't resist cracking a tiny smile as he slides down the wall to sit on the floor, extending his legs out.

"Look, I get a reputation. Maybe I've earned it." He sips the glass of his wine, not really getting why it is supposed to be so good, but it tastes better than the swill in his flask. "I didn't exactly have high hopes about surviving long when I started fighting for a living. At a certain point, when you wrestle with the idea that the next day you might get unlucky and step on a land mine when going for a piss, or being in the wrong marching order when an ambush hits. The fear paralyzes a lot of people. It makes some paranoid. When I worked through it, I hit acceptance. Once you accept those things, truly know it, the idea of "will I be turned down by the pretty lady" isn't nearly as scary. So yeah, I have no qualms about it"

"I'll be honest. You weren't the one I was aiming for. But, to my complete surprise, you warmed to the idea. I honestly didn't see it coming. You..." Snorri sips his wine again, trying to think of the words. "Come across at stern. Hold people at arms length. The idea that you would be willing to even share a drink, well, that seemed worth following up on." Snorri wrinkles his nose. "Being a knockout didn't hurt either"

[Lucretzia Winters]

"I'll assume being a knockout is a compliment."

She smiled, it was a small one, but neither was it fake.

"Mr. Tycho... if I can be blunt as well... I find your honesty refreshing. While I am not sure I am what you are looking for, I respect you for being what you claim to be." She took another sip, and added in a wry tone, "If you had grown up in my family, you'd understand. For me to be considered 'distant' would be a compliment. Ice bitch is the term I think most would use. I never intended to be, but I've gotten used to assuming the absolute worst of everyone. You realize I ran your background check after our chat to make sure my mother hadn't hired you to get dirt on me? I couldn't imagine anyone being interested in me for myself - after all, I'm... me. So I assumed you had to be an agent- but if you are, you're better than any of the ones she's hired before."

[Snorri Tycho]

Snorri blinks, the surprise honest. "Really? Not about the background check. No, that tracks. I mean that you wouldn't think that I'd be interested in you? I mean, yeah the "ice bitch" persona sends plenty away, but do you think that no one would find that attractive? I mean, on top of, well..." Snorri looks her up and down in a not-so-subtle fashion, "Dark hair, slender and the "stern librarian" look" Snorri wolf whistles.

"And if you background checked me, even a quick one, I suspect you'd have found more leverage points that I'll ever find"

[Lucretzia Winters]

His compliments and gaze drew a small blush, pointedly ignored. "I appreciate your compliment, I don't get out a great deal, so I suppose I was not aware that 'stern librarian' was an appealing look."

She chuckled. "Perhaps I did find more leverage points, but I have gotten good at reading and then forgetting things - best not to be able to respond to something you aren't supposed to know." With a faint sigh, she glanced at the wine. "As I said, if you knew my family, you'd understand. It was good you asked me, and not my sister. Her boys tend not to fare well when she bores of them."

Taking another sip, she added, simply. "Word of advice, don't do your usual act with her - she's dangerous."