"Yeah, but I already put a 'I hassled the hoff' shirt in my cart and I don't want to have to google 'I donned the Johnson.'" The joke is delivered the same way much of her humor is, the dry tone of voice belied by the mischievous lilt of her mouth as she gives Sharon a guileless look across the table. It's usually anyone's guess whether or not she actually means the things she says when she's joking. Sharon knows her well enough to know that she will absolutely be receiving a hassled Hoff shirt in the mail in 3 - 6 business days.
Assuming they both make it out of this bar in one piece. Maybe she should go ahead and order the shirt before anyone comes at them with a shiv.
If pressed, Natasha's confident that most people at SHIELD will say that she, Sharon and Maria are among the more sensible long term agents. Which is a terrifying prospect, given the number of times she knows all three of them have done things like only bringing rebar to a gun fight. Or walking in on some under the table deal and announcing 'oh, this looks like a party.' Honestly, maybe that's more of a commentary on SHIELD's hiring process than anything else.
"Why, are you looking to get robbed at gunpoint for your body armor?" She delivers the question with a grin as she turns to look over her shoulder, casting a wary eye at the jukebox. Turning back, she fishes into the pocket of her leather jacket and produces a handful of regional change and sets it on the table for Sharon to pick through. "Oh, I know I want you to find out. I'll buy the next round if you find and play Tom Jones." Not out of any desire to actually hear Tom Jones. More to stir the pot a little. She wants to see what'll float to the surface. And she knows they'll use the opportunity of being separated to do a surreptitious once over of the bar.
Fun. They can compare who finds the worst health code violation. Natasha's already got her eye on an older man in the other corner that looks like he might be actively bleeding.
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Assuming they both make it out of this bar in one piece. Maybe she should go ahead and order the shirt before anyone comes at them with a shiv.
If pressed, Natasha's confident that most people at SHIELD will say that she, Sharon and Maria are among the more sensible long term agents. Which is a terrifying prospect, given the number of times she knows all three of them have done things like only bringing rebar to a gun fight. Or walking in on some under the table deal and announcing 'oh, this looks like a party.' Honestly, maybe that's more of a commentary on SHIELD's hiring process than anything else.
"Why, are you looking to get robbed at gunpoint for your body armor?" She delivers the question with a grin as she turns to look over her shoulder, casting a wary eye at the jukebox. Turning back, she fishes into the pocket of her leather jacket and produces a handful of regional change and sets it on the table for Sharon to pick through. "Oh, I know I want you to find out. I'll buy the next round if you find and play Tom Jones." Not out of any desire to actually hear Tom Jones. More to stir the pot a little. She wants to see what'll float to the surface. And she knows they'll use the opportunity of being separated to do a surreptitious once over of the bar.
Fun. They can compare who finds the worst health code violation. Natasha's already got her eye on an older man in the other corner that looks like he might be actively bleeding.