1868/At the Office

At the Office
Date of Scene:	07 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Ravenna Levesque

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Not exactly her office, no, but she did enjoy this place. It was one of the more upscale drinking holes in this part of Manhattan.

Jessica sits at the bar, she's wearing a black tshirt and blue jeans with holes in the knees... She's got her left hand wrapped around the bottle of beer she'd ordered a few minutes ago while her right holds onto an pen, resting ontop of a basic notepad...

She's also slumped forward on the bar, laying on it more accurately, with her head resting on her left bicep. She's had a number of people come up to her (Mostly Men) asking her random questions 'You alright, toots?' and 'Had too many already have you?' each question got a decisively curse-word-laden response from Jones which instantly made said person turn and leave her be.

The average person might glance at the black haired woman and figure she was passed out, but no, she was wide awake, staring at the blank notepad in front of her.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
Ravenna hadn't heard from Jessica in several weeks, and that worried her a bit. Sure, she and Lucifer had a disagreement, but that didn't mean she didn't want to see the woman either. So she decides to sneak into one of Jess' usual haunts in Hell's Kitchen. Dressed down in a pair of jeans, sandals and a peasant top she slips into the bar and gives the place a once over.

At first, she thinks Jessica is in the state that everyone else assumes she's in. Sumped over like that and holding a bottle must mean that is her sixth for the evening. However she knows the womans tolorance, and just one or two beers isn't going to get her to that state. That's when she notices her eyes are open and she's apparently waiting for her pen to write something for her.

She walks over to the seat next to Jess and leans on the bar. "That love poem isn't going to write itself." She says in her thick Quebecer accent.

Jessica Jones has posed:
About 1.5 seconds after Ravenna speaks, Jessica's red painted lips start a verbal response. "Go fuc--" but she cuts herself off when she realized she recognized Rav's voice!

Jessica's head turned and she rose up to a full seated position on the stool she was perched upon. Her sleepy eyes went to look right at Ravenna's face and after another second or two she started over.

"Hey." She said in an eloquent display of affectionate greetings, with the tired/bored tone of voice that only proved her live for Ravenna.

A second later and Jess's pen holding hand, dropped said pen and she lifted said hand up to run through her wild black hair, straightening it a bit after she'd been laying across the bar like that for awhile.

"Long time no..." She shook her head gently side to side as her writer's block seemed to be seeping into her ability to converse. "...whatever." She finally settled on, lifting her drink up for another big swig.

"How you doing?" She asked Rave just before the bottle met her red lips and she indulged herself in that alcoholic bliss that every drink yielded.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Myself? Would that I could, it would make dating a whole lot easier." Ravenna says dryly as she slips into the opposite chair and Jess makes herself presentable. Raising her hand to the bar tender, she orders herself a gin and tonic, since it's really hard to fuck up such a simple drink. "Hey yourself. You seem to have quite the evening planned." She smirks before she leans on her part of the bar.

"Yeah it's been a while, but work keeps me busy, and life is blowing up as always. People are killing off my aunt's bridge club and I got roped in to finding out why." She leans in and whipsers. "I have for the most part, dont' worry I'm not trying to make you work." Once her drink arrives, she squeezes the lime into the drink and plops it in the glass to muddle with her straw. It's almost like a ritual.

"I'm fine. Money is good at Lux so I can't complain, and I get free reign of the wine cellar, so I'm at lease fulfilled in career. You?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica took that pull from her beer bottle and her eyes went back over to Ravenna as she spoke on about her situation and general response.

Her bottle was sat back down, this time ontop of that notepad in front of her that had not a single pen mark on it... except for a tiny cartoon drawing of a dog eating a bone, that was surprisingly proficient in its cartoon-comics-quality.

Jessica's eyes just lingered on Rave while she said all of this, now holding that bottle with both of her hands. "Murders?" She asked about the Bridge Club. "Or just cancellations because of a spat over who brings this week's pot of bean dip?"

The bottle was turned in a slow circle between her fingertips and her eyes went to the front door of the bar as she watched a couple of people entering. "Free reign of the wine cellar, you say? I always knew we were destined to be Besties, Rae."

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
The dog is noted and she gives it a nod before she shakes her head. "No, actual murders. Granted most of the women in her bridge club were witches themselves, so I'm assuming the bitch who is doing this is trying to syphon of their magic for herself. So that's kept me busy. It's still keeping me busy but I'd hate to bring you into any family drama." Ravenna says with a dismissive wave of her hand.

When she mentions the wine cellar she smirks and nods her head. "Well yes. Though I do have to pay for anything that goes missing, but I do get a heafty discount and I know where all the good shit is. But that would be drinking at work, and I spend enough time there as it is."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Another drink from the bottle is had while Ravenna says this, her attention is pretty good for a woman who downs as much as she does. She had a sharp mind, even if she was liquored up even slightly. The bottle was finished off and she shoved it toward the edge of the bar that the Tender was on, it stopped right at the edge and wobbled just a little.

"As you noted when you entered, I'm not exactly at a peak level of business right now." Jess said back to the other. "So if you're needing any help with a clan of Witches and Bitches, then I'm more than happy to help out. And depending on the level of work, it may even be entirely free service if its enough to make my killer boredom die in a horrible death fashion."

Jessica showed as big of a smile as she usually did then, which was barely even a slight upturn of the corner of her lips. "I'm supposed to meet with a friend sometime soon who says he has work lined up for me... But, well, he's... about as flakey as Tony the Tiger, so we keep having scheduling conflicts."

A headshake later and she'd smirk faintly. "Don't worry. I won't invade your workspace and drink all your inventory. I do have my limits." Her hand came up then and she signaled the bartender for another beer.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Well if it doesn't get too magical, I'll rope you in. I really don't want this bitch messing with your life as well. Granted she'd regret it, I've seen what you can do." Ravenna says with a smirk. "You'd probably break the bitch in half, which I would pay to see." When she mentions waving the fee she shrugs her shoulders. "I suppose it depends on how annoying this problem gets. Right now I know more than the bitch does, and I'm trying to keep it that way. Stay under the radar while I protect my aunt and investigate."

"Though if you're that bored, I am sure there is something you can find to entertain yourself with in this city. There is always something going on." Or perhaps she has to keep events ready to go incase anyone at Lux is looking for something to do.

"I know you have a high tolorance, but even if you manged to get through it, it'd probably kill you. Besides, most everything in there should be properly enjoyed, and not just consumed wildly." She says in a fake snooty tone.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica listened to this while her eyes mostly sank down onto the bartop and stared at her pen and paper.

At that last bit, she just flashed a little grin and released a light huff of a laugh through her nostrils. "Right." She replied about the wine being consumed properly. "With cheese and crackers and pinky fingers all up high, right?"

Thats when her new beer showed up, frosty and cold, which is one of the reasons she liked this place so much... they did right by bottled beer drinkers. Jess reached out, grabbed the bottle and slid it her way after nodding a silent thank you to the barkeep.

She turned her eyes then to Ravenna and watched her for just a second before shaking her head. "You need me to break someone in half, you just say who and point me at them. I'll do it. I don't want to find out that some bad shit happened to you and have to go on some kind of vengeful Tombstonian-kinda Wyatt Earp bullshit just to get payback for your demise."

She showed another smirk then to her friend, then lifted the new bottle up for a drink, pausing with its peak at her chin. "But in the meantime, I'm always able to dig up some kind of... entertainment. One way or another." She muttered that part before going on to drink her fresh booze.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Or chilled to perfection, or not chilled, or with a fancy ass glass that is suppsoed to accentuate the flavor, but really they just want you to use a different glass for every flavor of wine. It gets tiring sometimes." And expensive. Ravenna takes a quite moment to sip from her own beverage, not at all displeased with it before she nods. "I've got your number when it comes to that. Like I said, I'm not sure what's she capiable of yet, so I'm being cautious. There are already several people dead and I don't need you added to that list. Who would I drink with?

Jessica Jones has posed:
"One thing is certain, after listening to you just talk about it." Jessica responded after setting her beer bottle back down onto the bar's nicely provided coasters with the establishment's logo. "I definitely should not be invited to your family's high society parties. Not if you want them ending 'properly' rather than in a hail of cursewords, smashed furniture, and by the sounds of it... no little amount of wild witchcraft."

A heavy exhale came out from between her dark lips. "I really should've picked up that skill growing up, or... any real discernable skill for that matter. But, magic just sounds like it'd be a real fun way to pass the time."

She showed another grin then to the other and lifted her bottle up to clink glasses together. "We all need our drinking partners, right? Generally I make mine run away though... Its probably my charming attitude toward life in-general."

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Eh you'd probably fit in. I have an uncle you'd get along with, you could sit on the porch and insult family memebers as they passed by. We're not always fancy, we just like it when we can." Ravenna shrugs before she smirks. "Just keep off the really expensive furniture." Though it's not likely that she's returning home anytime soon, so it wno't be much of a problem.

"Magic has it's perks, but it also has it's drawbacks. Besides, you have better skills than I do, I'm useless with out my magic, it's a bit of a weakness really."

Ravenna laughs when she hears how she chases people away. "No I didn't pick that up about you at all. However you're not all that bad, once you get past your crusty bits." She raises her glass in a bit of a toast. "To being horrible people, but fantastic drinking partners."