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Supporting Luke
Date of Scene: 24 October 2021
Location: Luke's Bar
Synopsis: Wannabe badass chick runs into an elite badass chick
Cast of Characters: Jessica Jones, Natasha Romanoff




Jessica Jones has posed:
Just so happens that tonight Jess happened to be by Luke's Bar due to one case or other, which means that was the nightly drinking spot, and also she really wanted to support a fellow Defender. Altruistic, that's Jessica for you. Looking like she hadn't had the best of days, she's sat at the bar, a flight of whiskey infront of her, two of the 5 glasses already empty.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The door to the bar pops open and the atmosphere in the place is disrupted by a gust of air shifting.

The redheaded Natasha Romanoff steps inside wearing a black leather jacket half zipped. A pair of black slacks and some simple black boots. She walks inside, pausing within the threshold to look around as she pulls her black gloves off her hands and tucks them in to her jacket pockets. She runs her eyes over the people at the bar, then walks toward it, just so happening to choose a spot next to Jessica's location.

With a soft sigh after settling in, Nat nods to the bartender on duty. "Vodka and cranberry please?" She says, upturning the corners of her lips to a small smile for them. A moment later and she looks to Jess to offer her a light nod.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica turns her head when someone new walks in, someone who clearly had something enough about them to give everyone else pause. Holy fuck, it's an Avenger, the femme fatale one at that. Yes, Jess can be mean in her categorization when she doesn't know someone personally. Hell, sometimes she's mean even when she knows someone personally. Ask Elektra.

Smirking at the order of 'vodka and whatever' that kinda sorta affirms a Russian stereotype, Jess turns to look at the decidedly better looking Nat and quips, "is it true you can kill a man with a toothpick?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Being spotted has become more and more a regular occurance. Gone are the days of hiding herself in plain sight...

The question posted to her has Nat laughing in an exhale and shaking her head. "Maybe." She replies, as she glances down at the bar when her drink is set before her. She looks back over at Jess then. "Technically you could kill a man with anything, if you think hard enough." She says with a quick smile before her glass of red Russian water is raised up to sip from it.

"You got someone you're looking to off?" The redhead woman asks then.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I'll jot that down as a yes," Jessica informs Natasha, despite her jovial reply suggestion it's nothing but a playful notion it may be possible. "That so...? Do you offer private lessons? I've had my share of men I wanted dead," Jessica laughs, and yet, for someone as perceptive as Nat, there's clearly some truth in that laughter. "Someones," Jessica corrects, before shaking her head, "it's all good, my line of works makes you want to kill some assholes, but there's a proper way to go about it. Leave it to the cops and the justice system...nothing ever goes wrong there you know..."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Nat takes a swig of her drink and then sets it down as her eyes dart back over to Jess'. She shows a half smirk at the woman's words, amused by them. "In my experience. Most assholes end up getting themselves killed before you even have to raise a finger." She dryly replies in that cold Russian way.

She then upnods at Jessica. "What is your line of work, if you don't mind me asking?" She inquires while raising her drink up for another sip.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Is that so...? I've known some persistent assholes," Jessica notes, before taking down another glass from her flight, "wish that was true though. I like that thought." She chuckles as Nat asks about her line of work, "nothing as exciting as what you do, most lethal woman on the planet," Jess grins, "I'm just a lowly P.I. trying to make a living, and as a result I run into the worst people."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
This, of course, draws Nat's eyes back on to Jess' own. "You're a Private Eye?" She asks then, with another little smirk. "I respect that. "I can only imagine what kind of bullshit that has you trudging through... Have you got a business card?" She asks then while her right hand reaches over to use one finger to snag the bowl of pretzels sitting on the bar. She gliiiiiiides it back over to her position and settles back down on her bar chair. One pretzel is lifted up to pop in to her mouth.

After chewing it a bit she speaks with a partly full mouth. "I might hire ya for some jobsf." She says as raising her glass up for a drink.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Yes, not all of us can be heroes, but, I do what little I can to put a dent in the asshole population," Jessica grins, and raises a glass, "so a toast to badass ladies taking out the trash, even though some of us do it more than others," a clear nod to the fact she likely doesn't have a chance of dealing with half the shit Natasha is dealing with on the regular.

"Why yes, yes I do," Jessica notes as she puts the glass down on the counter, fishes in inner pocket of her jacket, and hands Nat a business card: https://comicvine1.cbsistatic.com/uploads/original/3/31666/5339595-jj2016001-maleev-variant-88569.jpg

"I would be besides myself if a freakin' Avenger hires me for a job, that would be, super," Jessica grins, and looks like she's clearly doesn't believe for one second that Natasha will ever call about a job.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Nat raises her own glass to the impromptu cheers. She shows another little smile at the words associated with it. "Here here." She dryly replies after futzing with another pretzel out of the bowl. She chews on it for a moment before reaching over to accept the card...

It too is drawn to her spot on the bar so she can flip it around with her fingertips and read its labels. A moment later and the redhead is nodding softly. She clears her palette with another sip of vodka cranberry. "Excellent." She says before pocketing the card inside her leather jacket.

"I'm going to look you up online now, so be ready for me to check all your angry reviews from people you caught cheating on their spouses...." She says with clear humor lacing her intent there as she sends a glimmering smirking glance Jess' way.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh no, I dread to think of what you'll find..." Jessica sounds half serious actually as she says that, grinning nervously. "Anything you find that looks bad, that wasn't me," Jess announces in advance as she moves on to the next glass.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha enjoys another pretzel and sip before she laughs softly at this response from the other woman. "I'm sure." She says with an unconvinced tone of voice. Her eyes glance down the bar like she's looking for someone who isn't here, then she looks back to Jessica.

"Are you working on a case now?" She asks. "Not that it's any of my business, of course. I'm just burning some time before I have to split." She pauses then and glances around. "You're not here to follow me are you?" She asks then with another small smirk soon to follow a few seconds later.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I was..." Jessica relates, "some asshole cheating on his wife and gaslighting her about it, she hired me to track the douchebag, and I got the pictures she can take to court." She laughs as she looks aside at Natasha, "not as exciting as James Bond Avengers stuff, is it?" She looks a bit more reserved after Nat's comment about trailing her, "...you? I didn't even know you were around, besides, what odds does a Hell's Kitchen P.I. has against an Avenger? I wouldn't worry about little ol' me."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
This gets a little snort from the Agent as she looks away again and shakes her head. Her phone comes out of her jacket and she sets it down on the bar in front of her. "The fun James Bond stuff stopped back after the Cold War ended." She says with a wry smile cast over Jess' way for a moment.

Her green eyes go down to the phone where she types a few things out with her first two fingers. "In truth though, its people on your level who can do the most damage. If they are so inclined." She notes dryly as she glances up to Jess again. "You have anonymity at your back, Miss Jones... That's as powerful a tool as any Godly Thunder Hammer. You just have to know how to wield it." She gives the P.I. another grin then before her gaze goes back down to the phone.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica looks weirdly at Natasha, it's just the wording, it almost sounded like Nat herself experienced the Cold War which is mind boggling. She's usually good about her instincts, part of what makes her a good P.I. but the idea is so ludicrous and inconsequential for this very meeting, she doesn't dare press on that. "Was real fun back then, wasn't it?" She opts to make a joke of it, if only to measure Nat's reaction. It's kinda obvious Jess has no ounce of actual Cold War experience.

"That so...? I'm listening, tell me how..." Jess makes a show of reaching for a notepad, before switching to get the next glass down her flight. "Mmm...maybe I should take private lessons with you."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
This makes Natasha just grin again and shake her head. "Challenging to teach in one lesson, my Dutiful Student." She jests back, not firing back on the Cold War element of what she'd previously said...

"But what i mean is you're... what... 25?" She asks of Jess then. "You're a natural beauty. You have a... whole... dark and mysterious thing going on." The Agent says as she waves a hand at Jess' visage. "You surely are using it to your advantage in some capacity, right? Not that I'm implying anything grossly... gross, of course not. But what i mean is your skills are varied for your line of work, born out of the experience you have had in a very tough career choice. But ... you haven't been plastered all over media and pop culture yet... so you can use what you have to get things you want. Lets say... in to a party and mingle with some snobby rich folks. YOu can rub elbows with them and because they don't I.D. you as a 'Avenger' then you can convince them... that you're anything... if you put the confidence behind what you're pretending to be... the 'veil' you take on, to achieve your goal."

Nat smirks at this and just shakes her head. "I need another drink..."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"So I'm in? That's good to know, I'll be the best student you've ever had," Jessica doesn't even know she's lying because she's got nothing on any number of students Natasha would have had in the Red Room in her time.

Having her age assessed, Jessica arches a brow, "you're good," she remarks, before looking very much doubting when told she's a natural beauty. "I do?" That one is a compliment Jess would be happy to take coming from the Black Widow.

"That's a good observation, most of my leads I attain in such little games..." Jessica admits and empties the last of her flight, "I'll have another as well...surprise me with the whiskey choices."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha smiles quickly as she looks back down at her phone's face. She spends a second reading something before she taps out a response quickly, networking with someone through messages, likely... spy? Or just ordering a pizza for later? Who knows!

She looks up when Jess orders another whiskey and partakes in another pretzel herself. She flicks the salt form her fingertips and shakes her head as she chews and swallos.

"It's all just a game. A game where you have to have a million personas ready to sweep up upon yourself at a moment's notice. People innately hear what they want to hear, you just have to be good at figuring that out and telling them precisely what you believe they want to hear... Whatever that means."

She mumbles that last line as she accepts her new drink with another smile to the bartender. "Hey, where's Luke?" She asks of the bartender then, apparently knowing the namesake of the place.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Yeah I don't know if I could handle a millions personas, feels too much like D.I.D. you know?" Jessica chuckles, but has no doubt Natasha could pull any of a number of personas on a whim. "Luke's off duty here and on duty somewhere else...he takes care of...a lot of neighborhood problems. He's a good guy, promise. Are the Avengers after him?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha just shakes her head at the question about Luke. "No." She replies as she sips her drink once more before setting it down on the coaster. "I was told he knew a fellow... friend, he might be able to help find him. It's not a huge deal, just part of the reason I thought I'd blow off a little time here." She states with a glance back Jess' way. She exhales then and reaches in to a pocket. "I guess I better get on my way though." She says as she drops some money on the bar, a fifty dollar bill. "I enjoyed our chat, Miss Jones." Nat says as she stands up and takes another swig of her drink. She adjusts her jacket with a tug of her hands and smiles to the other. "Keep a look out for an e-mail, yeah?" She says with a parting smile before turning toward the doorway.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"It was an honor to meet you, gotta say I don't normally say stupid stuff like that, but I am a fan," Jessica grins at Natasha and waves at her. "Oh, if I got one email I will not only notice, it will go up on my wall, so watch the penmanship on that one..." and back to her newly served 5 glasses of whiskey, flights are a godsend.