Bar hunting|| closed
This wasn't the usual bar from down the street that Stephanie went to, no this one had a heavier atmosphere with tougher looking customers than her usual bar. The smell of cigars make her nose wrinkle in disgust as she entered the building with her intentions set on what she had come all this way for. There was little hesitation as she passed the busy pool table, heading straight to the bar as her eyes scanned over the room for the man she was looking for.
Of everything Stephanie could have possibly done she was sent off to blindly find someone Fury was interested in. Wasn't this usually Natasha or Coulson's job? Protesting to the Director had crossed her mind, but as she thought back on that hour now she was thankful she kept her mouth shut. Working with the only details Fury gave her on the man--usually found drinking, had a quick temper, and used claws as weapons. "That will help me find him," Stephanie muttered under her breath as she took a seat on an empty bar stool. While she was here she might as well order a beer, one couldn't hurt right? As the bartender slid the bottled lager towards her, Stephanie took it with a small smile and turned around on the stool to get a better look at the bar participants of tonight. Maybe someone would stick out to her.
