3164/Drown Your Sorrows At Josie's

Drown Your Sorrows At Josie's
Date of Scene:	15 November 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Josie's is a classy joint, and when you go to a classy joint, you meet classy people.
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Havok, Bombshell

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Josie's is not the classiest place, but is a well known establishment in Hell's Kitchen, if you got some pocket change, you can probably get yourself some disgusting quality booze. Which is probably why the place had stood in place for so many years. It also makes it a perfect drinking hole for a person's of Jessica's infamous thirst for anything with alcohol in it. If he wasn't a cartoon, Archer would have gotten along just fine with Jessica when it comes to the drinking department.

She's currently sitting on the bar, three empty shot glasses infront of her, and another glass of whiskey, she's currently working on another one.

Havok has posed:
Alex Summers, man about the town, or at least out of his 6 day hole at Xaviers during the day and Harry's Bar in the evenings. He's not shaved in 3 days. At least he's showered (for those who can smell really well). His mussed blonde hair is mussed. He wears black combat boots, black military cargo pants, and a black shirt that clings to his muscular stomach, chest, shoulders and back. The material of the shirt is like that of wicking exercise gear. Over that shirt is a light black jacket with red stripes down the arms and a red X on the left chest. He's not shy about advertising who he is with. Unless of course it's a school jacket for Xavier's something or another. His eyes are bloodshot, but still quite blue.

Alex moves into the bar, looks around and will take a seat to Jessica's left leaving one bar stool between the two of them. He'll gather the bartender's attention and say, "I'll have what she's having." and thumbs toward Jessica's position.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell is dressed so that her metallic form doesn't stick out quite as bad. She's got a leather short jacket on that covers her arms and shoulders, which helps cut down on the gleam. And Josie's doesn't have a ton of light to begin with so she's not reflecting light everywhere like she does normally. Instead it lends an almost burnished look to her silvered skin. And she's got a simple grey knit beanie pulled over her hair and forhead, covering more of her metallic skin. She doesn't come in from the front door, she comes in from the alley entrance, following a couple guys who stepped out for a smoke. She steps up to the bar a few seconds after Havok does but she's on Jessica's right. "Same." She calls over to the bartender. She turns her head, looking down the bar, eyes peering at Alex's jacket a few seconds before her attention swings back to the bartender, waiting to see if she gets carded or gets a drink.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica doesn't usually pay much heed to who is joining by her side, people come and go all the time after all, it's a freakin' bar. But when she hears the blonde to her left asking for what she's having, Jessica turns her head and considers him with an arched brow, "you mean right now, or for the last 15 minutes?" She asks, gesturing at the array of empty whiskey glass and shot glasses infront of her, "this one is Knob Creek Whiskey," she shakes her glass to draw attention to it before she downs it and calls at Josie, "I'll have another one while you're giving him his."

When Bombshell walks in and sits to Jessica's right, the PI turns to give her a quick once over, before whispering at her, "aren't you a bit on the young side...?" Not loudly, mind you, she's not looking to have the girl tossed out there. It's more of a notice to reconsider, really. "Don't start too early, this shit's expensive..."

Havok has posed:
Alex will look over to Jess and smirk as he looks over the glasses and the bottle. He knows what he ordered. And now he knows his drinking companion is into competition or feels the need to display her fortitude. He'll note, "15 minutes? Yeah, I'll catch up."

The bartender returns with the request. Alex will gather what is given in exchange for his credit card and his keys (given to the bartender as well, he doesn't intend to drive). The keychain has a leather strap on it with JEEP pressed into it and a Jeep fob/key attached. He also sits his samsung phone on the bar and presses the face. It lights up, he slides the bar across with his fingerprint and then clicks a red button that says 'off duty'. There is a green button next to it that says 'on duty'. But he doesn't press it. He turns off his phone and then lines up a few of the shot glasses and then pours from the bottle.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell gets a weather eye from the bartender. They're expereinced at picking out people that are too young. Bombshell might be a little hard to pick out since metal skin, can't see the normal signs of aging, but even then... The silver featured girl looks up from her study of the shot glasses to the bartender, then sighs, loudly. "Fine. I'll have a coke." There's a huff from her, but she reaches into her pocket to pull out some momney, grumbling. The bills are crumpled, so she has to smooth them out, and pass them over until she's paid for the soda, grumbling the entire time. "See, this is why I go to bars in Gotham. No one asks me for ID. They just give me booze and count themselves lucky no one broke anything in their bar that night." Bombshell peers at the phone antics with Havok, a not so soft snort and a laugh from the the quantum powered girl. "Wait... you have an off duty button? Is that a... I'm not super heroing today button? Or a... you can't call the teacher right now button?" A broad smirk settles on Bombshell's lips as she turns, leaning on her elbow so she's facing Jessica, and also Havok beyond her.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Be my guest, if you keep up, Josie might actual comp me for once in her life," she then looks over at the rough woman tending the bar, "whaddaya say Josie? Blond here matches me and I get a free bottle of Whiskey?" Can't fault Jess for trying, the response, as can be expected is a glare and a spitting on the floor. "Figures," she snorts, as she quickly sips from her new glass as it's served. She does look curiously at the 'on / off duty' bit, unable not to spot such a detail as she asks, "the hell was that? You a cabbie or something?"

"I'll give that you got some balls simply sitting at the bar and ordering like you own the place," Jessica remarks to Bombshell, not wanting to disappoint her too much. "That's because Gotham is a shit show, kid, worse than New York, that's for sure..." when Bombshell has her own remark to Alex, Jessica snorts, "could also mean he's some kind of hipster douche well ahead of the curve, just a theory."

Havok has posed:
Shooting three glasses in a row, Alex will grimace a moment at the burn and then begin to fill them up again. He'll lean forward, looking over to the silver girl that ordered the Coke and then to Jess. Then back to the silver girl. Alex will answer, "It's a, 'don't call me unless the world is about to explode because I'm not in the mood to deal with dumbass supervillains who want to do stupid things for their personal gain or to show off how powerful and stupid they are', button.". He's got nothing more to say as he finishes pouring the next three glasses full of the liquor and then sits the bottle down.

Bombshell has posed:
"Well, can't blame a girl for trying. I could fly over to England and no one would give a shit that I'm not 21. THey'd raise a pint and cheer it and then move on." More grumbling from the metal skinned woman. She does take teh coke glass when it's set down in front of her and takes a sip from it. "What if I just gave you some money and you can order some extra shots. From the look and sound of it it wouldn't go amiss with she bear back there." Her voice is kept low, not wanting to get thrown out. Not yet at least. She should have to cause some trouble before getting thrown out. "I kinda like Gotham. But... I don't really have to worry about the bullets and blades that your average citizen does so..." One shoulder shrugs slightly. "Oh. Dude I need a button like that. But.... I don't really have anyone to tell I'm off duty so I guess it wouldn't much matter. Assholes just like to throw down sometimes and get the shit kicked out of them." Bombshell shrugs again and takes another drink nof her coke, grumbling not too softly about how she could really use some kick in her coke.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"A regular Superman, huh?" Jessica snorts as Alex explains it, "well, all the power to you...what's your thing than? Hammer that shoots lightning or a suit that does it instead?" Always fun to pick and choose among the Avengers, seeing how famous they are. Still, as Alex does show capability of at least matching her for now, Jessica applauds him, "well done, shall we have a round of four horsemen then?"

Peering over at Bombshell, she offers, "or perhaps a rum and coke? Is that considered alcohol? I can never tell." Jessica smirks at Bombshell, "I like your smartass attitude, but that still won't change you the fact that this ain't fucking England." Jessica visibly becomes a bit coiled at the subject of conversation when it hits heroes and villains, muttering, "well, you can be off duty and some fucker dies. Then again, if you worry about every single fucker out there, you'll get a heart attack, so...glad I'm not one of you." Clearly the two have identified themselves pretty clearly as partaker in the game of heroism.

Havok has posed:
Alex drinks quickly. Three more shots down. The indication of a burn immediately after. Alex tightens his eyes shut for a few seconds and grabs the bar. His eyes open again and he smiles. Looking over to the row of Jessica's row and then to Jessica herself. He's already had some day-drinking going on so he's warming up physiologically to match his physical heat that is possibly noticable by people who stand close to him. He notes, "Looks like you gotta catch up before we take on Apocalypse and his four jackass buddies. Again." He'll shift/turn the stool toward Jessica (and subsequently Bombshell located on the other side of her). He'll place his feet on the footrest of the stool between himself and Jess. Then lean against the bar to his left. He smiles at the snarkyness between the two girls. But won't say anything to add to the dogpile of Jess jumping on Bombshell.

Bombshell has posed:
"Four Horsemen?" Bombshell asks curiously, tilting her head to the side to peer at Jessica. "Yes, that's considered rum and coke. Which Josie won't let me have." She turns and makes a face at the bartender, which probably gets her another flat stare. She smirks in Jessica's direction, and gives her head a shake. "I'm not much for the heroing. I mean... I see shit going down I do something about it. But you won't find me hurrying off to some red alert shit. I've got my own problems and issues that need working on. Can't be taking on everyone else's. Especially when I can't have any alchohol to help relax." A small glare in Josie's direction before she sips from her non alchoholic coke again. "So I guess that leaves the heroing to yourself there X Boy." She calls around Jessica. She tilts on her seat a little bit so she's leaning back, one hand gripping the seat between her legs so she doesn't topple over backwards. Not that she'd hit the floor, but hey human instinct.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"What are you pussying out on me...? You obviously don't plan on driving any time soon, so why not? Come on, let's do Horsemen," Jessica eggs on, before emptying her glass and repouring them all, going through them one by one like an assault rifle of drinking, slamming that last one down, "match that, Superman," she quips at Alex.

When Bombshell asks, Jessica gives her a straight up answer, "shot of Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker, Jamesons, and Bacardi, it'll fuck you up good. Just blow out the flame if they set it on fire, before you drink, don't wanna get 3rd degree burns do you?" Jessica eyes Bombshell when she talks a bit like an adult there in parts, "good for you on not doing red alert shit, but the fuck you mean you can't do without alcohol, what the fuck did you go through that brain drowser is a must?"

When the conclusion is that Havok himself is the lone hero, Jessica prods again, "so what the fuck do you do? Sparkles out of your fingertips or something?"

Havok has posed:
Alex smiles, points to the bartender and says, "Bring out the horsemen."

Then back to Jessica. "I'm Alex Summers.". He will offer his very warm hand across the stool between them. The hand will be warmer than the average bear, unnaturally so. He'll then note, "I have this heat inside of me. I'm an X-Man. And when the need arises and some jackass villain wants to fight. I let the heat out. And burn them down."

Bombshell has posed:
Overall Bombshell is a pretty youthful person. She's not exactly upbeat, but she has a lot of energy, boundless really, and she looks young as well. Talks like the age she is, though doesn't exactly dress it in her black canvas cargo pants, combat boots and tank top. She opens her mouth to throw some sass back at Jessica before her mouth closes and her features settle into a somber expression. Her shoulders lift in a half roll and she lifts her coke to take a sip from it. "Don't need booze. Just helps." This in a flat more neutral tone than before. She glances over at Alex as he talks about heat attacks, a curious brow lifting. "So one might say... you're rather hot?" A faint smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth, though it settles back into a neutral line as she turns back to contemplate her half full glass of coke.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica doesn't find out about the heat, because she doesn't shake the offered hand, she just gives Alex a look as she snorts, "Josie's nowhere near a formal setting," a side glance at Josie and she spits, "no offense Josie, but you know the place is a shithole," at least she gets no complaints there. Josie used to Jessica by now, then again, what place doesn't consider Jessica a regular in this city. It's only as an after thought that she realizes Alex just introduced himself, so as she fixes herself another glass before Josie brings on the horsemen, she mutters, "Jessica Jones." She eyes Alex when he explains his power, and hold up her hand as a stop sign, "hold on there, buddy, no need to bring that heat out next to me..."

When Bombshell throws a comment that more or less falls in line with Jessica's own about Havok, she turns to give the girl a high-five if she'll take it, "good going, that earns you a freebie, so what was it you were gonna snap at me? Promise I won't get angry with you."

Havok has posed:
Alex will smile over Jess' shoulder toward Bombshell's remark. "That's one way to put it." Then he realizes that there's a whole moment of Jess not taking his hand and making an excuse about it. But also realizes that some people just don't like to be touched. So he withdraws and leaves it well enough alone. And of course his remarks are halted. He shrugs and nods. Accepting the lack of words are better. He only remarks, "You wanted to know." Then will swivel back toward the bar and put his elbows on the bar waiting for the horsemen from the tender. He'll also shift his own stock to the side making room.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell can't help a soft snort of amusement when Jessica calls the place a shit hole to it's owner. She glances at Josie, then back to Jessica. "You got balls too lady." Bombshell comments as she tips her coke back and drains the glass, looking down into it a little mournfully. She glances back up as Jessica goes for the high five, meeting it and giving her head a shake. "Nah, was just continuing the sass train. Not popping off or anything. You're good." She offers the woman a quick smile, though she does turn to look over at Havok after she gets no reaction with her little bit of teasing. "Nothing? Not even a chuckle? Come on that was funny. A bit cheesey sure but funny!"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I did, I could do with leaving something to the imagination, or less innuendo," Jessica puts it more bluntly on her second try. "Guilty as charged," Jessica notes at Bombshell's compliment, "fairly good odds I got the biggest balls in the room," Jessica asserts unflinchingly. "Don't worry, you're top 5 Josie," she quips at the tender as she shoots her a glance.

"It was," Jessica supports Bombshell, before blowing off the flames from her Four Horsemen and downing it in a second. She winces a moment later, slamming the shot glass hard on the counter, "that drink always gives such a kick!"

Havok has posed:
Alex will answer as plainly as possible then. "Fiery Plasma." Then again, was it the booze talking with the inuendo and implied danger involved. Very likely. He carries himself annoyed. When he walked in, annoyed, now, annoyed. But his attention turned to the shot glasses with the flame placed in front of him akin to those placed in front of Jess.

Alex will not bother to put out the flames. Instead, he'll lift each glass, one at a time and drink them as is. Burning. He shoots each just as fast as he did the two sets of three before. The burn that effects him is chemical, not elemental. Once done, he slams down the last shot glass and says, "Fuck." as if he's now pushed over the edge.