14491/Whiskey in the Drawer

Whiskey in the Drawer
Date of Scene:	24 March 2023
Location:	Alias Investigations
Synopsis:	Cain has a late night drink with Jessica
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Cain Marko

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones doesn't do well, late at night. She's no peach in the morning, either, but the lonely hours, with the world getting quieter - as quiet as New York gets anyway - brings back thoughts she'd rather not have. Poisonous things, insidious, prone to making her feel like tearing down the walls or putting people through windows. Which can be fun, true, but has a habit of getting her in trouble.

Still, a little company, especially of the unsavory sort, couldn't hurt. So she'd invited an unusual acquaintance over to share a drink. She just hoped Cain wouldn't tear up her office too much with that giant ass frame of his. Or that her floors hold up. She didn't have insurance this month, so she'd just have to keep her fingers ctrossed.

It doesn't take a detective to hear him coming up the stairs, "C'mon in, doors unlocked!" she calls as she pours herself a nice, full glass of Jack Daniels.

Cain Marko has posed:
It was kind of unusual, getting the call from the lady he met once in a bar to come hang out at her place of business. But, Jess had been good enough company. So Cain really didn't mind. The giant made his way to the area of town Alias was located in, and climbed his way to the proper floor. He usually just avoided the elevators. Simpler that way. Hearing the familiar voice calling to him, he's drawn to the entrance of the investigation firm letting himself in and ducking through. Closing it behind him, he locks it then glances around.

Seeing the dark-haired detective already pouring herself some booze, he smiles a little. "Hey darlin. Startin without me?" His footsteps are loud and steady as he moves over to the desk, the contents of the room shaking slightly. He settles carefully into the chair opposite it, making sure it's not going to immediately collapse before patting his knee at her in an inviting sort of way. "Any special occasion, or did you just miss me?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones snorts, "Who says I ever stopped?" she says. She drains her glass and rapidly pours another, then slides another one across along with the bottle.

"I don't believe in special occasions. Christmas, Easter, New Year's, I could give a rat's," she says. "I dunno. I just wanted someone to drink with who wouldn't be a pest. And I couldn't stand looking in the face of some of the upstanding citizens I know otherwise. They're just so damn squeaky clean, it makes me a little sick. You're nice and filthy. Makes me feel virtuous," she says.

Cain Marko has posed:
Cain pours the booze into his glass and takes a sip. He can't get drunk so no reason to go hard on it. Then he leans over the desk, casually reaching out with both huge hands and wrapping them around the far smaller detective. Plucking her off her feet, and leaning back to settle her into his lap like he wanted. Once she's there he begins to absently stroke her dark hair with one hand, picking up the glass again with the other. "Aww, you're gonna make me blush. Why don't you tell me what you really think about me?" That deep, rumbly bass sounds amused. He wasn't the softest of people, but he's at least softer than her chair. ...well, no harder than her chair anyway.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones sneers, "Please, you probably haven't blushed since you were a baby and even then, it's probably just cause you had gas. By the way, if you fucking fart in here, I will carry your ass out, I don't care how big and indestructible you are, I'm pretty sure you could kill troops with a big ripper," she says. Clearly, she isn't the delicate type.

She takes a moment to roll herself a cigarette, taking her time and twisting the ends carefully before lighting one up, "I have some cigars I confiscated from a golf pro who tried to bribe me. I still got him busted, but I kept the stogies. A little strong for my taste, but you're welcome to 'em. I dunno what country they're from or whose thighs they were rolled on, but I'm sure they're good," she says.

Cain Marko has posed:
Cain rolls his eyes at her words. "Wow, such a charmer. Can't imagine why you're drinking alone." He flicks her nose with a huge finger. "I ain't eaten anything that'll make you have to worry, you gremlin." He slides his hand from her hair down her slim back, rubbing it. He swirls the booze in his glass then takes a drink. "Hmm. That sounds good actually. I think I'll take you up on it. Haven't smoked a stogie in a long time. So business has been good, huh?" He tilts her head back so he can look down at her, studying her features. She might be crude and crass, but there did seem to be something rather comfortable about spending time with her.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones gets out the stogies and hands one over as she takes a long draw on her cigarette, blowing a plume of smoke into the air.

"Business is shit, as always. Expenses run way over income. Clients try to stiff me or wanna pay in trade. Cheating husbands keep learning how to do shit on the lowdown and being harder to track. I'd do better if I was a hacker - too bad I can barely use e-mail, huh?" she snorts.

She pours herself another glass, "Got enough for booze and rent, though, so I guess that'll have to do for now. You know any high rollers needing a PI on retainer?"

Cain Marko has posed:
Setting the glass aside, Cain takes the cigar. He doesn't have a cutter, so he nips the end off with his teeth, then takes the lighter from her. Lighting it, he puffs a bit, pooling it on his tongue, before blowing it out. Then he leans down, and casually kisses her on the lips. Taking the time to briefly duel tongues before breaking away again. "Sounds rough. I've always found just hitting people for money to be a lot simpler, you know?" He smiles a little down at her. "Yeah. Computers..." He shakes his head. "Sure come a long way since I was lil." He also remembers World War II so... yeah. "Hmmm. Not offhand. If I hear of one I'll let you know." He raises a brow. "What sort of trade?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Cain's a booty call, no doubt about it. No strings, no connection. Probably a rotten piece of crap at the core. But not the worst kind. No, she'd met that kind already. The kind who wanted to own you deep inside. Who wanted to crawl into your skin and make you a puppet on the end of their strings. She closes her eyes and shudder. Don't think about Him. Don't think about Him.

She breaks the kiss and laughs, giving him a playful smack on the face, "Somebody's pushy," she says, although she doesn't seem that mamad about it. "I bet you can't even type with those big sausage fingers o' yours. Must make Tinder a real nightmare," she teases.

Cain Marko has posed:
Cain's brow quirks a little when she gets that look on her face. He really doesn't know her that well. And she doesn't really know him. So he has no idea what might have prompted an expression like that. He lightly strokes her cheek with some thick fingers, with perhaps surprising gentleness. "Oh yeah. I'm very pushy. Just take what I want sometimes. Ask the banks." He winks down at her, then shrugs. "Tindr, Tindr... I think I've heard of that one. Something about fuckin on the internet or the like?" His hand wanders down from her back. Speaking of booty he ends up cupping hers, giving it a squeeze. His huge hand can fit the whole thing pretty much.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica sits up suddenly when he grabs at her rump, standing up to walk around her desk for a moment, "Jesus, I thought I was the one who was down bad," she laughs. "You're like a gorilla. Except gorillas are smaller," she says.

She's all too aware that, while she rarely has anything to fear from men, Cain is an exception. He's too powerful and way too much for her. If he went after her, her only chance would be to throw herself out of the window and hope her feeble flying powers would get her to safety.

"Let me finish my smoke at least," she grins.