3033/Yep. That one.

Yep. That one.
Date of Scene:	01 November 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, 300

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica had been working all morning and afternoon and she'd now come to Josie's to get a reprieve from the growing chill outside and do a little paperwork.

The black haired woman sat at the far end of the bar from the main entrance and she was jotting some stuff down on a notepad with a pen, her hands were encased in some black fingerless wool gloves and she had her black leather jacket on still too with two bottles of beer in front of her, she'd asked for two when she'd sat down.

Jessica's red painted lips were moving as she wrote stuff, clearly she talked while she wrote... or at least muttered... depending on how deeply she was lost in her work.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa, had been out late working as well, though perhaps for different reasons or different objectives and now, she'd decided to take a bit of break from her /Patrols/. She knew Hells Kitchen didn't need the extra hand, rumor mill had it there was plenty of super in the area, but she just couldn't help herself, she needed to feel useful and keeping a watch over this section of New York, well, it made her feel useful, just encase those that already protected hells kitchen needed backup.

    Though, no one did. They had the night well and truly under control and that made for a bored Sassa who decided it was best to try a bar, some drinks, and some food, because why not. So, in to the little dive at Josie's she went, only to be suprised by seeing one Jessica Jones. Well, this outa be interesting...

    Sassa makes her way over to JJ, her black leather boots clip clopping on the floor give away the six foot red haired and emerald green eyed viking looking woman, who is dressed in a manner that screams, not a local. She's got a grey long sleeved turtleneck sweater on that hugs her form, as well as a pair of black, boot-cut slacks that dangle over those clip cloppy boots. She sits down next to JJ, leaving a chair or two between them and orders, "Jack and coke..." she says plainly in what is a very obvious accent, though, where it's from is most likely somewhere in the scandanavian region, perhaps swedish.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica looked up when she heard the voice, not really because she gave a shit that much... mostly because she heard a foreign accent and though that wasn't terribly uncommon in Manhattan, it was enough to break her concentration and at least get her to look over at the tall redheaded woman that just sat down a few stools down from the one that Jessica was perched on at the corner of the bar.

She looked the woman over briefly, quickly, then just put her eyes back down on her notepad... because, well, whoever Red was, it wasn't really any of her business and she had a lot on her mind at the moment.

Jess reached out for one of her two bottles of beer and she wrapped her hand around it, brought it up to her red lips for a drink from it.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa leans back slightly and downs the first Jack and Coke with only a light, /ahhh/ noise after doing so. With that done, she orders number two, which no doubt gets a suprised look from the tender and anyone in the bar paying attention to this red headed amazon looking lady with an accent.

    She turns slightly to give JJ a once over, still trying to play it somewhat cool, but hell, ya only live once and boredom's a real bitch.

    "I'd ask how buisness was miss Jones, but I wager with all that paper work that buisness is a booming."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica's eyes were back down on her notepad and she was sketching something else down onto it, names that she was pulling off a print-out that was halfway sticking out from beneath the notepad.

"I don't give interviews." Jessica started, without raising her eyes. "I don't do charity work. I don't do photoshoots or endorsements. I don't do birthday parties or autograph signings. I don't work unless I'm paid upfront and I don't talk to people who smell like they're out for trouble."

Jess' pen was set down then and she reached for her drink, gave Sassa a brief 'look' with her dark brown eyes and then took another big drink from her beer bottle.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    "I don't want an interview..." pause, beat, "I don't need charity, I don't want your picture or your endorsement and I sure as hells don't want you with children as much as you seem to drink.." she adds pointing at one of the bottles and grining. "There's also the whole smell thing you just mentioned, and I have to ask which one of us smells like alcohol and regret?" Yeah, Sassa's not affraid to go toe to toe with JJ here.

    "On a serious note, I've heard about you and seen you on the news and I actually did want to meet you. Oh, and there is the whole my having money to pay you to do some work for me.."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Sassa had her at 'having money'.

Jessica's brown eyes returned to the redhead and she just stared at her, taking another drink while doing so and then reaching for her pen which she tapped on the notepad a few times before she spoke up once again.

"What kind of job do you have?" She asked the woman. "I'm a private investigator, not a... 'hero for hire'." She inwardly rolled her eyes, thinking of a rousing speech that Luke had given to her and the others... the two boys had been quite enraptured by the speech while Jessica just turned and walked out of the room.

"If its something serious, you'll have to meet me in my office sometime."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa finishes drink number two and holds up a finger to the tender for yet another jack and coke, seems she can toss em back to. She returns JJ's dead pan stare with one of her own, her own emerald green eyes locked on to the others.

    "I know you are.." she replies at first, taking a moment to pause to get that third drink and just smile at the bar tender. She turns back to lock eyes with Jessica again and nods, "I know what you are, at least as far as I've seen on the news. Getting a different picutre of you at the moment though.." she adds, not so much a dig as a hint of someone wishing the other person could see past their own crap and realize they actually ahve potential to be someone great.

    "It's not serious at all, I just need you to investigate, Me."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica was watching the woman call for her third drink and it was clear that this lady was eager to out drink her even, at least tonight.

She put her brown eyes back onto Red's and then heard the request and showed a slight look of confusion with her dark eyebrows lowering down a little above her eyes.

"Its not the first time someone has asked me to do that." She replied. "But they did it because they were suffering from some kind of memory loss from a head trauma."

Jessica eyed the woman over again from as much as she could see where she was seated off to her right/front. "You don't look like you're suffering from any trauma..." Jessica wathced the therd drink get delivered to the woman then. "At least not until morning."

"So what do you need me to look into you for?"

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa smirks and nods, "Oh, I figured as much and memory loss and the like is a very good reason to call on you to invesitgate a person, to help them rebuild their lives and lost memories."

    She takes a sip of drink three and smirks, "I'm not, and I wont be i nthe morning either.." she adds as she downs drink three and sits the glass on the bar with a clink.

    "I need to know how much of my, footprint, is out there for people to find. There's some specifics I think are best left for meeting with you at your office and discussing them in private."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica would show a faint smirk at the woman's attitude and outlook on life, she admired it in some weird way. She looked back down to her notes then and picked up her pen. She pulled a card out of her leather jacket's front chest pocket and then wrote something down on it.

"Here." Jessica said then as she slid the card over to Sassa. "You can come by tomorrow at 1:30 and I should be around, I'm waiting for a call at 1:15, it shouldn't take more than a few minutes. I gotta head out at around 3:00 though, so don't be late."

Jessica would reach for her bottle of beer again and take another drink. "I'm fine with hunting down bits about you, but just know that I expect to be paid the usual sum, even if I don't find anything that 'helps' you achieve whatever it is... you're looking for."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa reaches in to a back pocket and pulls out a wallet, which she opens and slides straight cash to the bar tender before closing it and sliding it back in to said pocket. She smiles at Jessica, warmly and slides off the bar stool. She looks dow and grabs up the offered card and gives it a quick look over and nods, pulling out the wallet again to slide the card in and setting the wallet back.

    "Alright then one thirty in the afternoon it is, and don't worry, I wont be late." She slowly starts to turn about to head out before turning back around to give Jessica another look over, "Of course Miss Jones. Though, we never really know what we're looking for until we find it do we?" she asks, going the leafy sort of philosophy route. "Thanks for your time. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica took another drink from her beer while watching Sassa pay for her own. She eyed that cash, its impossible for her to miss it when cash is what bought her pretzels and cheese-whiz afterall.

She watched the woman make her leave and listened to her words. "I'm looking for a million dollars and a house with a heated indoor pool." She replied in her dry-tone fashion, giving the woman a slight smirk before looking back down to her notepad and pen. Part of her didn't expect the woman to come to the scheduled appointment, which was more common than one might think... people get home and rethink everything they'd just setup with the creepy mean P.I.