thisavrou_log | ( open ) It's hard to wake up from a nightmare...

Who: Jessica Jones + You
When: Late, late evening of 6/8 when it's basically early am of 6/9
Where: Space Bar (+1 closed starter for 6/6)
What: Getting drunk enough to not feel anything.
Warnings: Language, alcohol, JJ spoilers, specific warnings will be in threads below - otherwise ???????? It's Jessica.

After a long talk with Trish, she still couldn't get ahold of her emotions... Which meant removing herself from the situation before she lashed out at someone rather than just a wall and added to the shit-stain of a pile she already had. She'd taken off to the planet, getting the most secluded room she could manage - practically requesting her own island.

It took two days to actually settle down and start to process what was still so raw and bubbling under the surface. She'd been thrown pretty much from her mess into the ship's right off the bat with those fucking whales. Those whales that she'd fought to help because she didn't care for people taking advantage of helpless creatures - creatures who were apparently intelligent. It had been a good channel for her own rage, even if it hadn't helped her pre-existing injuries heal. Much like the prison world. She'd finally stopped moving, thanks to cryo, only to discover just how rough of shape she still was in - even if she was fully healed on the outside.

Jessica hadn't expected the conversation she'd gone into with plans for control to go awry. She hadn't expected her first actual interaction with the flag waver himself to get interrupted by someone so incredibly self-absorbed to fan boy and hit a few nerves she thought she'd succeeded in burying while on board. Aftermath of her own she'd refused to process, a choice she may now regret but still wouldn't go back and change if she could. It wasn't her style. She couldn't fix what was already fucked up, so why bother trying?

All she could do was carry on. Get to the next day and go from there. Besides, she wasn't placing all the blame on him considering she'd let her emotions get the best of her. She should have shut that down right at the start, but he'd found just the right buttons to push and push and push until she snapped. She hadn't really slept for the two days she was down on the planet, the exhaustion showing on her face as she sits at the bar - brand new laptop in front of her, tablet off to the side, and a bottle of whiskey in a bandaged hand as she stares blankly at the screen. Almost as if she's willing it to do it's own thing rather than make her move. Jess takes a pull straight from the bottle, ignoring the shot glass in front of her because why bother getting something dirty when she didn't give a flying fuck how it looked? She doesn't exactly radiate a welcoming presence, vacant seats around her. And she's fine with that. She wanted to go back to her roots, back to freelance work rather than being tied down to the bullshit job she'd been assigned to on this ship.

One big problem with that: hard to do freelance PI work if there's nothing to investigate. At least nothing on the books. She could dig into the Captains and some of the bigger shit-stirrers on board, keep tabs on future problems. Too bad the only progress she'd made was typing one word in big, bold letters before taking another drink. Anyone who peeks over her shoulder will just see:

FUCK

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[ She doesn't blame him for just how forcefully he puts down the glass, considering she's not one to speak. She's definitely shattered her fair share of glasses and bottles. Case in point: her hand.

He's right, it could've been a hell of a lot worse than it was, but it still wasn't pretty. His admitting the last thing he'd remembered though eases some of her residual anger for Hell's Kitchen. He literally had no idea what happened because it hadn't happened yet for him. Congratulations, Stark - you get a one time pass. ]

Well, I can give you a general overview of that particular shit show or if you'd prefer... I can leave that alone since it didn't really have anything to do with the Avengers or you can ask my sister. She's better at this kind of shit.

[ Because Trish was a much gentler person than she was, add on top of that exhaustion and handling things with even a hint of delicacy just wasn't going to happen. ]

[ Tony spins on his barstool, once, clearly mulling this over. 'Nothing to do with the Avengers' is a relief and a welcome change of pace, but he has a nagging feeling it isn't totally disconnected from everything else. And it's not like he's not interested in whatever the hell went down. He does live in New York half the time.

He eventually situates himself backwards on the stool, one elbow braced against the bar. He cuts Jessica a sideways glance. ]

You may as well. I'm halfway to drunk and collecting as many shitty stories as I can. I figure people'll run out eventually and I'll be home free.

[ But something in her last statement has him quirking an eyebrow. ]

Didn't know there was another 'Jones' running around, though.

[ She can't help but watch him shift on the stool, making a few mental notes about some of his habits she's picked up on. It's habit, an homage to her life back home in a way. At least here the people watching didn't involve cheaters (as far as she knew) and she wasn't getting paid to creep on people in the middle of some very personal acts. Had to fill the time somehow.

Once he seems finally settled, she gives him a lift of her eyebrows with a soft exhale. It's relatable, that idea to just get everything out - like ripping off a really big bandaid. A big bandaid basically made of literal shit. ] Suit yourself. [ It wasn't everyone's MO but she could do this, at least try and info dump in as impersonal of a way as possible. Although his next statement stops her dead in her tracks. Her head cocks to the side slightly, eyes narrowing. ] Another 'Jones'? Don't tell me I have a clone or something fucking dumb running around. [ There are certain factoids she likes to keep on the DL - her adoptive sister being one of those usually. At least when it came to people actually from their world. ]

I mean, it wouldn't be the first time, or the second time, or probably even the third time... but no.

[ Two Lokis, multiple versions of himself, it's all getting quite exhausting and hard to keep track of. But as far as this conversation is concerned, Tony - blissfully unaware of Trish's relation to any of this - simply gives her a blandly inquiring look. ]

"Ask my sister"?

[ She... doesn't want to think about the idea of a duplicate of her running around. It was already too much with Trish's clone. Hers would probably be something fucking dumb and made of sunshine and rainbows. Eyebrows lift, and she takes a long drink before actually answering his question. ]

Ah, yeah. That. Different last name, she's something of a personality back home - you might've heard of her. Trish. Trish Walker.

[ And now to watch and wait. Reactions to that tended to vary so this should be interesting. ]

[ True to form, one eyebrow shoots upward in surprise. Wait for it... wait for it... ]

Huh.

[ Nailed it. He'd be lying if he claimed he's not surprised by the relation - these two are basically nothing alike, as far as he can tell - but it makes sense if you consider that both of them are conveniently from the same world as him and the rest. ]

You're not wrong, but I'm a little past 'heard of her' with Trish Walker.

[ Which, for once, is a completely innocent statement. Had they happened to meet years ago back home - which was well within the realm of possibility, given their social circles - this might've been more awkward. But as it is, grabbing drinks and making fun of their mutual acquaintances is about as innocuous as you can get. ]

[ As far as reactions usually go to that little tidbit of information coming out, his was by far the most unexpected. And he wasn't going to ask the usual question of 'how' and she wasn't about to volunteer that particular shit show of information.

Also, considering Trish's history with guys - she'd have known if she slept with Tony Stark. Some things weren't kept as secrets, certainly not their romantic encounters aka string of bad life choices. Something that seemed to run in the family, not that she had any room to judge. Considering one of her actively tried to kill her after brainwashing her for awhile, and the other was currently in a coma and might never wake up. And it was all her fault. Trish's current romance was probably the healthiest either of them would have or hope to achieve in their lifetimes. For the best to keep Stark off that list. ]

A little past the heard of her as in you've met her here or you're a big fan back home?

[ She'd rather ask for the clarification on that rather than assume things. Stark really wasn't on the list, was he? Depending on his answer, she and Trish might need to have a talk. ]

[ He smirks, possibly because she doesn't ask the obvious question. Living in denial? Who knows. Another day, in another situation, he might've messed with her. As it is, he just offers an airy shrug. ]

As in we've discussed our mutual acquaintances over drinks, to the great satisfaction of all parties involved.

[ Well, maybe not to Bruce's satisfaction, but he can get over behind talked about behind his back. At least the answer is honest. ]

I'd say we've got a pretty good arrangement going.

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