13786/D is for Defenstration, Good Enough For Me

D is for Defenstration, Good Enough For Me
Date of Scene:	09 January 2023
Location:	Noonan's Sleazy Bar
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Jessica Jones

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
The sleazy bar was part of the rough and tumble section of Gotham. It was the type of place you could call a dive - on a bad night the floor panels would snap down to matchsticks leaving a hole in the floor that the unwary would fall right on through to break their necks to the great laughter of the patrons.

On this evening, Talia Al Ghul is sitting in one of the booths, a continually irritated look on her face that would almost be sulking.

Jessica Jones has posed:
The last time Jessica had to make her way to Gotham, bad things had happened. Not so much to her, but to her client. And yeah, things had gotten a bit messy, but she got out of there unscathed. This time, her business had concluded in a rather quick, if boring way. She got the photos she needed, she uploaded them to her client, and the money was already in her bank account.

Which meant that Jessica was able to throw a bunch of that money towards an evening's pursuit before her flight back to New York in the morning. Why did she choose a dive bar? Because that's just where Jessica feels the most comfortable. And so she was leaning over the bar, peering at the labels that were peeling off the bottles behind, wondering just how long that bottle of Johnnie Walker had been refilled with whatever swill the bar was trying to pass off as.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
It was best to not ask where the booze came from. That lead to answers that even an out of town PI might regret. Some things might be too scary even by Gotham standards. So long as the booze came out, and was drunk, that was enough even for the locals.

Talia would take a moment as the womanw ould walk in, glancing over at her and moving as if placing a face. "Jessica Jones, correct?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Lifting herself up on her feet at the rungs of the stool to get a closer peer at the bottles, Jessica is nearly hung over the side of the bar by the time she hears her name called. She stiffens a bit, particularly at hearing it here in Gotham, and otherwise might avoid responding at all but she can see that she is marked from the way it is said. "Shit," she says to herself softly before dropping back, landing her jean clad rump on the stool.

"That depends, you trying to serve her?" She turns to look at Talia. "And not in the good way."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug over, "No, merely noting an unfamiliar face. You don't seem like you're here on business, and this sort of place tends to not be traveled by anyone that isn't a local. So, consider myself indulging in just a small amount of curiousity." Talia keeps her hands up and over on the table, showing them and that she has no weapon.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Uh, not sure how 'unfamiliar' it is if you know its name." Jessica twists her torso to face Talia now. "If you'll indulge /me/, care to share how you know the name?" She notes the reveal of no weapons, but also notes how little that actually means.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug over, "Oh, I had a friend that hired you once and that you came highly recommended from. And no, I'm not looking to hire you." She would deadpan. "So you're not required to pay me any sort of attention."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Despite that statement, Jessica gives Talia a quick once over, and then a second once down. "Always good to hear that my reputation is spreading word of mouth. What friend of yours hired me, if you don't mind my asking?" She reaches over and cracks her knuckles for a moment. "Quite a few folks out there still owe me for expenses and final fees, and if your friend is one of them I'd be happy to give you a polite message for them." She grins toothily. "Polite to you, not as much to them."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would go to fold her hands up in the air and qiup while she was looked up and down. "Yes, I am a bit of a looker I do like to think." A slight counter-maneuver. Say something to make the otehr person back off just a little bit in confusion to break their stride. "Becca. Her husband was three timing her. She got quite a lovely deal on alimony."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"It looks could kill, right?" Jessica grins. "Except I've seen them do just that, so..." She reaches over to pick up a bowl of nuts from the bar and starts picking through them with her other hand without taking her eyes off of Talia. "Ah, yeah. Poor Becca. Honestly, getting a look at him, he was probably doing her a service by taking care of himself elsewhere." She pops a peanut into her mouth.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would grin over at Jessica, even with the setup that was seemingly pulled from almost nowhere, vague enough to be almostanything, yet with enough of a reference to trigger a recollection. The way such a banter would go. "I can hardly imagine. Is he still alive?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
A shrug. "Fuck if I know. If he killed himself before giving her the money and it went to his mistresses, that's for a lawyer to sort out, nto a PI." Jessica pops another peanut into her mouth. "All I know is Becca's check cleared, and that was the last I heard from that. Until today."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would sigh, "All right. I suppose that it's not your affair after unlessy ou're called in to testify.. Which I'm sure is rather irritating. So thank you for letting me reminisce about old times. Least I can do is cover your next round of drinks."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"It's never my affair, it's always theirs," replies Jessica with a cheeky grin. "If it weren't for their affairs, I'd have to go into more complicated shit to make money." She nods to the offer. "Much obliged. Certainly not going to cost you much here." She nods to the bartender. "Give me the best pretend whiskey you've got."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod over at Jessica, "You're out of luck if you're looking for any sort of quality that implies 'best'. I'm not even sure I'd qualify it as pretend whiskey." She would go to take a sip of her own drink even as a large man looking mostly like someone had arranged a set of scars over to look like a jigsaw puzzle.
    "Hello there purdy.."