Meeting the New Beau

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa sat at another restaurant. It had been a bit since she saw her father, and already he claimed to have met a charming young man that was perfect for her. Enough that he struck a deal with him for her hand in marriage. The rumor amongst the Guilds was that her dowry had been some incredibly rare, and valuable, Captain America cards from 1944. In mint condition, and misprinted.


Alisa swore that if anyone found out, she;d be the laughing stock of New York City, and New Orleans. This man was a member of Law Enforcement, not a member of one of the Guilds of New Orleans. That was a tiny blessing. But it also meant that it would prevent her form going back to her activities as an Enforcer, and keep her on a very tight leash. Jean Luc was not kidding when he said he wanted her out of trouble.


"Though I am REALLY scared as to how he managed to find someone in Law Enforcement! But then again, he DID have a connection to SHIELD during World War 2. The old man really does have connections everywhere, doesn't he?" Alisa thought to herself, as she began to re-apply her make-up. "Maybe he will have an "accident" on the way to the alter. Or maybe he'll chicken out! God... I hope he chickens out!"

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Re: Steakhouse

[grandson_of_coul]

Yeah, that drink that Steve was taking at that moment? That was almost forced down into his lungs with the foot going where it did. He does his best to hide his sputtering, but wow did that have an effect on him.

"Well now, that's just unfair," Steve said, looking the teensiest bit wounded. "Buying a brownstone is a pipe dream of mine, one that's nowhere near close to happening at the moment."

Re: Steakhouse

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Well, I can make it a reality." She smiled sweetly. "How about you help me pick one out? I need one that is closet to the MET, or at least a subway that heads there. It could be a nice, cozy little love nest."

Her foot continued to move along his leg. It was subtle, not drawing anyone's attention when they walked into the room to pick up their now empty plates and leave them with a desert menu.

"So? What do you say, Agent Coulson? Would you like to come to my place for a bit?"

Re: Steakhouse

[grandson_of_coul]

Now that he's aware of the foot, he can react appropriately, but he's now very aware of it.

"I'm not one for architecture, but I wouldn't mind helping out as much as I can. And as for that other request..."

Steve finishes his last bite of steak and puts his own fork down.

"I would not mind you showing me your apartment. I've always been interested in how those with wealth live."

Re: Steakhouse

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Wonderful." Alisa summoned the waiter, asking for their check and once again paying for it. She left a reasonable tip, and walked out of the Steakhouse with Steve Coulson. She smiled, hailing a cab for the two as they headed for her current apartment, at the Waldorf Astoria.