15684/She's Having Coffee!

She's Having Coffee!
Date of Scene:	22 August 2023
Location:	The Coffee Bean
Synopsis:	Mary Jane encounters Jessica without booze and having done work!
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Mary Jane Watson

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Jessica Jones has posed:
It's rare for Jessica Jones to be out when the sun is up. Her work often benefits from the cover of night, or at the very least, cheating husbands and wandering fiancees tend to get up to most of their socializing during the evening hours.

Also, Jessica tends to sleep through the day an awful awful lot.

But sometimes she wakes up only a little after noon, and a certain level of chemical assistance is required to clear out the cobwebs and get the hamster back on its wheel as it were.

Which is what brings Jessica to her current position, waiting a few people back in line at the least pretentious and ridiculous coffee shop she could find. Sure, it also appears to serve milkshakes, but they at least call them 'small' 'medium' and 'large', so she's willing to forgive them. Mostly.

Dark eyebrows are in a scowling V, eyes are... hidden by a pair of sunglasses actually. Dark dark sunglasses. And her lips are twisted in a mild but growing scowl as a coed from Empire University is rattling off her order, and Jessica's becoming more and more convinced the staff's going to be bringing out a six foot tall cake at this point.

But really, all in all, things could be worse. So far her personal aura of 'Leave me alone or I'll hurt you' has been keeping strangers from approaching her.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson is currently stopping in the coffee shop after a long day. It involves delivering things over on a bicycle, weaving in and out of the traffic and the sidewalks. Occasionally taking the bike over on the subway and the bus. She's been at this for awhile playing messenger and courier, and she's tired. It's a job, however. Just as to why her employers need something so banal as this to be done she doesn't know.

She would take a glance over at Jessica, and go to muse, "You look like you were hung over enough to walk over into a crane, and then realized you need a bit more caffeine. But that you might as well just have to inject it in an IV and make it a couple dozen times normal strength for it to have any effect." Might not be accurate.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica's head turns slowly to take in MJ, moving with all the slow, measured motion of a Terminator... or someone who's trying not to whip her head around too quickly, lest the room start spinning. Lips twist in a little more of a scowly scowl and she grumbles, "And /you/ look..."

There's a long pause, "Fine, actually. Like you just stepped out of a magazine cover or something. And I am not /hungover/..." She grumbles half-heartedly. Possibly because she's still drunk.

She lifts her eyebrows enough for them to peek out from behind her sunglasses, "Do you /have/ an IV of electrolyte solution? Is that an offer?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake ehr head, "IV, no. I went through like a half dozen of them on my way around today so I can sympathize. I also think they're more effectivei f you chug them rather than inject them. Just seem to process better. And thank you."

She would go to play up posing. "And I really hope that the other person took it worse than you did. Because I really think the crane may have won there in the battle."

She goes to take out a couple of electrolyte drinks to hand over.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica shuffles her way forward in line and then points to one of the coffee pots behind the counter when the barista looks ready to take her order. "Coffee. Black. Hot. Large." she manages the order without putting any kind of tone of underlying threat in her voice or peering down over her sunglasses threateningly. Clearly she's in a good mood.

And then she's trying to eye MJ and her posing without cracking a grin, but her lips definitely twitch. "No no, I was up late doing paperwork. Financial reports, tracking money and... ugh, it's the worst part of the job. I should hire someone to do it for me but that'd eat up all the profit in taking the case and so... my poor brain."

She heaves out a sigh and pockets the offered drinks with one hand, disappearing them into her jacket with only minimal pocket bulging as she tosses battered bills down onto the counter for the barista with a healthy tip. Possibly healthier than she intended. "So what's going on in the life of the speeding redhead?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would glance over at Jessica, "With the way you look, I'd say that the paperwork was winning. And you an accountant? In that case, it seems like things weren't really adding up for you. I might suggest that you take thing not quite as strong sa booze. I've been told that hallucinogens help when it comes to the numeric possibilities. At least acid trips aren't going to tear into you nearly as much as that. It might even help with processing things."

She would glance over athe menu, "Uh.. Coffee, black. Not a opt like seh is. I feel like she's earned it way more than I have." Getting the impression of the other woman's line of work but keeping ot playful to give her some deniability if she needed it.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica's head shakes in a short, sharp motion as she brings her coffee up to her lips and... well, pretty much drains a small's worth without pause, only to sigh out like the heat doesn't bother her one bit. "No, PI. Mostly getting pictures of people cheating on their spouses, finding their hidden assets, you know, the ol' divorce special." She pauses for a second, "I don't actually offer a special. Regular rates." She clicks her tongue and sighs out, "It's not much but it's a living... arguably."

She snorts and shakes her head, "Nah, last thing I need is to take some hallucinogens and start tripping out and losing control. It'd be... bad. Dangerous, even. Booze is reliable. Also cheap. And legal. See? I'm downright responsible!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over at Jessica, "I see. So I take it that this isn't one of thsoe things, if you're worried that the payment's not going to go through with you making one?" Presuming that someone going to the bother of sneaking to see if their signifiant other was cheating on them would probably be paying enough for the forensic audit - and if not it probably wasn't worth the case in the first place. So it couldn't exactly be something simple if the pay was that little.

"Suppose it could be worse. You could have a secretary that mouthed off to you all the time and spent her time typing,e ven thought you never had clients."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica laughs and sighs out, shaking her head, "Nah, I got paid half up front, plus I'll probably get a bonus for handling it quickly, I'm just waiting to hear back that someone found this..." She frowns and shakes her head, "Some kind of fancy as hell sports car. Long Italian name, thing looks like a doorstop or something, all triangles and shit."

And, because Jessica Jones never gets to sleep, or relax, there's a dull musical beeping from inside her jacket, and she pulls out an honest to god pager. "...And there it is!"

She grins wide and finger guns at MJ, "Don't work too hard, red!" And then she's barreling for the door, not /quite/ shoulder checking university students out of her way, "Hey, c'mon, move it or lose it, not everyone /wants/ to loiter around a coffee shop all day you goddamn shiftless layabouts."

And off goes New York's number one ray of sunshine.