7:30
Jack Thompson was a very simple man. He liked his coffee black and his women blond. That is until he met Peggy Carter. He leaned against the cobbled wall of the Stork club and lit a cigar, waiting for the rest of the men to join him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her, a vision in red.
Peggy carter did the same thing every Saturday. She wore the same red dress with the ruffled collar and clinched waist, she went to the same club at the same time. This Saturday at 7:30 would be no different. She approached the entrance when she saw a familiar figure by the door.
"What are you doing here?" Jack asked, without a shred of diplomacy nor decency.
"I could ask you the same thing?" She countered.
"Now see here Marg, I mean no offence," he said "But the men and I have plans and we didn't invite you for a reason." It's not that he didn't respect Peggy, hell she was a damn good code breaker and could keep her head in a tight spot. But there was a difference between men and woman, a line that has been stretched far enough. "We men need to unwind, you get me? And we can't do that if we have to watch what we're saying all the time."
Peggy understood exactly what they planned on doing that night but she'd be damned before she let that stop her. "Unwind all you want, I have plans with someone". With that she opened the door and approached the bar. Thompson quickly followed suit.
"Can I ask who?", Jack shouted from the door.
"No", she responded her accent thick and weary.
7:35
Peggy sat on the corner stool and signaled to the barkeep. A young freckled red head scurried over with a huge grin on his face. He wiped gritty glass clean and filled with scotch. He attempted to skillfully slide it over the counter trying to turn his grin into a smirk. The glass tipped over and spilled, thankfully on the other side. Causing both to chuckle.
"One day I'll get it right Peg." The boy responded.
"I have no doubt James, but for now can I just have my Scotch?". Peggy crossed her legs and pulled down her dress, resting her heels on the stand of of her stool.
Jack still lingering by the door watched the whole scene unravel. He learnt two things. One Carter is waiting for someone. Two she does this often, often enough to know the bar tenders name and for him to know her order. It unsettled him, he never pictured her life outside the office. It never occurred to him that she even had a social life. His trail of though was broken with Krizeminski tapped his shoulder.
7:40
"Did you invite her?" Krizeminski questioned as Sousa hobbled in.
"Apparently she comes here often n' is waiting for someone."
"Who?" Daniel asked.
"No clue" Thompson said trying to seem uninterested, "Lets bet some booze and find some broads." He pushed past the crowd and found a both close enough to continue eavesdropping on Peggy.
The same freckled boy wiped the table "clean" and brought them a couple beers. Then went back to joking with who he called "Peg". The bar was getting crowded and the music louder. Jack strained his ears to hear their conversation but failed to hear more than snippets.
The clock ticked 7:45
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The lack of Cartson fanfiction is a severe injustice. This is part one of three. The other two will be longer I promise!
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