4220/Venting

Venting
Date of Scene:	07 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Claire Temple

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Out of the blue, entirely unannounced, comes a rather hard knock on the door. To be fair, it's not so much that Jess is angry. Well, she is, but not specifically with Claire. It's more that she doesn't do nearly as good a job of measuring her own strength when she gets angry.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire wakes up from where she's been napping and takes a second to swallow her heart from where it's suddenly begun pounding in her throat. She stumbles to the door and peeks out the lens in the door, finally settling when she sees who's outside. "For fuck's sake, Jess!" she says as she opens the door and steps back to admit the peeved PI.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"What!? Was it really that hard a knock...?" Jessica sounds genuinely confused as she shrugs at Claire, while walking past her into the apartment, assuming she'll be allowed in without asking. "Did you know that Matt was a total idiot? I don't get how he finished law school..."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire waves it off, settling down into familiarity quickly as she gestures to her living room space. She snorts. "I don't suppose you've met too many lawyers," she says. "The ones that visit the hospital all the time? Matt's a lot better oriented than those."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I met Matt, and have you ever met Jeri? They're polar opposites..." Jessica snorts, she delays a moment, and then reluctantly notes, "Foggy seems decent, I'll give you that one." She frowns as she considers what Claire is saying, "fine, so he's a goodie two shoed Christian...doesn't make him any less stupid. I asked him to tag along on a case, biggest mistake of my life." Yeah, she exaggerates, if she was honest with herself she'd note there are many other worse mistakes. She was no paragon of smarts and virtue after all.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire slumps against the couch cushions, wincing at her shoulder. "Foggy's great, keeps Matt in line a lot," she allows. She breaks out into a sly grin. "Oh, yeah, he mentioned that... That was the one where you had to wear heels and a dress, and you both went upstate? Yeah, he got a big kick out of that one," she says.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Seriously!?" Jessica looks dumbfonded, as that's the last thing she expected to hear from Claire, "freakin' Matt Murdock, told you, about his royal fuckup, is that what you're telling me...?" Jessica looks bewildered, and then Claire mentions the dress and heels she was wearing, freakin' Matt. "No, he didn't see anything, he couldn't have told you anything, what the fuck..." she starts towards Claire's kitchen, "where do you keep the alcohol?" She asks, not bothering to look back at Claire.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire shakes her head. "First cabinet to the right of the fridge, first shelf," she says, as though she's had a Jessica stash in waiting for a while. "If you want to give glasses a shot, they're in the cabinet to the right of that."

"You know Matt," she says, just keeping the laughter tamped down enough not to sound like she's laughing at Jess. "It's those super-senses of his. He hears fabric and everything else, and then he has a great time with it. And then..."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Thanks," Jessica calls from the kitchen, grabbing the first bottle she gets her hands on, not caring what it is as she hurriedly opens the cap and starts drinking straight from the bottle. Not caring if Claire would mind about the lack of civility or not. After she's drank about a quarter of the bottle she finally lowers it and comes back to towards Claire, "fucking bastards was probably smiling to himself as he told you....," and there goes her mocking Matt voice, "look at Jessica, wearing heels and a dress, almost like a proper Christian lady..." she then groans as if pained by her own imitation of Matt, as she takes another swig of the drink.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Well, in Matt's defense, he didn't say anything about you being a proper Christian lady," Claire admits, canting her head with a smile. "I think he thought of Jessica Jones wearing heels and a dress with the same kind of surprise he'd have if a space alien knocked on his office door and asked for advice about traffic tickets. You _surprised him_," she says, snickering.

"Besides that, he figured that if he played all that up while he told me all about it, I wouldn't keep yelling at him for all his other bullshit," she says. "He thinks you're good for that kind of material, I guess."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"What do you know, I'd almost be inclined to say there is a god, but then Matt would be happy, and fuck him right now." Jessica notes, before adding, "but for him not saying it, I think it deserves a drink." The bottle is now half empty, at least if you'd ask Jessica, she's definitely not a half full person. "Well, it's an undercover case, I went for the homely concerned mother look..." she does chuckle at the thought anyone would use her for a protective shield, "that so? Well, what do you know, Jessica Jones is good for something after all, yay for that."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire snorts. "Jess, you're good for all kinds of things, not least your PI work," she says, not just slightly impressed by the rate at which Jess can drain that bottle. "And believe me, Matt thinks the world of it, even if he's a shitty undercover wingman. He didn't blame you or laugh at you at all." She shakes her head. "No, he does the whole guilty thing when he screws up, and then he tries to get me to laugh, and he hopes it keeps him out of trouble with me." She frowns. "You might need to talk to him about that shit. At least charge him a licensing fee."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Really?" Jess seems mighty skeptical, before snorting, "remind me to visit you more often, you're good for my self esteem." One wouldn't expect Jessica might have any issues when it comes to self esteem, but she's complicated. "Let me get that...Matt told you I was in a dress, and heels, and he wasn't having a laugh at my expense? I don't buy that." Then Claire explains it, and Jessica rolls her eyes, "I can't stand that Catholic guilt shit," and there she goes drinking the bottle down to a third. "I already punched him for it..." she notes, "wouldn't be fair to give him more shit then he already got from me. But," she stops and looks at Claire, "never let me take him on a PI case again. Ever."

Claire Temple has posed:
"The hell you think I'm going to be able to do about you taking him on a PI case, when it's already a done deal by the time I hear about it?" Claire asks. "I mean, if he didn't fuck this one up enough and you still *need* a reminder..."

"And it's always worthwhile to give Matt shit. One way or the other, he always does it to us," she says, pointing a look at Jess. "Doesn't even have to be about the Catholic guilt. Just general purpose Giving Matt Shit." She smiles. "Try it. It's fun."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Fair point, Temple," Jessica concedes, it's really all her fault thinking Matt would help. "I get it, you're right." And there goes the last bit of the bottle, which Jess sets down on the living room table, empty as it is. "Thanks for the booze, it was a life saver..." funny she should say that when booze is much better known for ending lives. "Thanks for the pep talk, and more so the drink, I should get going before I become nice...it could be contagious."