4979/Sharing A Drink

Sharing A Drink
Date of Scene:	22 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Mon-El

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica is never quite a regular of any particular bar, it would be a fast recepie for getting tossed out of all of them. Instead she plays the field, every now and then switching neighborhoods, making it seem less like what she does every single night. It just so happens that tonight she went to Luke's Bar. Apparently the dude is in with the Defenders, so giving the money to him is likely better than giving it to most others.

Jessica is sitting at the bar counter, an array of empty whiskey glasses before her. By the count of it, she's working on her 7th glass.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic got past the doorman pretty easily, flashing her ID and giving him a bored expression. Black lipstick and a bit of eyeliner, her head stubbled and body draped in a Pussy Riot wifebeater and a pair of leather pants.

She bellies up to the bar and raises a hand, "Rattlesnake shots and a Sam Adams," she says.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica might be a little tipsy at this point, might, but she's still pretty sure that Negasonic is not the right age to be slipping into a seat next to her at the bar. "You're a little short in years, aren't you?" She asks in a casual, non-admonishing tone at Negasonic. She doesn't really give a damn, she's just curious.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic takes her shot, "I think the precinct's down the street. If you wanna be a narc, might as well get somebody to pay ya for it," she says. "Don't worry about me," she says, pulling her phone out and flicking her fingers across the screen with rapid expertise.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Please...like I'd give up my seat, waited a whole hour for it," Jessica snaps, though a ghost of a smile lingers on her lips, somewhat amused by the kid's surefire reply. "So what's your favorite drink, seeing you're clearly a budding phenom."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic looks up again, almost resentfully and sighs, "Vodka or tequila, I guess. Rum and coke. I dunno, it all kinda tastes shitty, but I mean, it does the job," she says with a shrug, "Sometimes it seems like kind of a pain in the ass for not much payoff. Be easier to drop a tab or smoke a j."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Vodka or tequila, to rum and coke? You're all over the place, kiddo," Jessica snorts, before hearing that last bit and furrowing her brow, "hold your horses, you're way too fucking young to be drinking for that reason. The fuck is wrong in your life?" Jessica is ready to swear to god that if rape is involved, she'll get out of this bar right now, and go look for a son of a bitch to kill right then and there, Murdock and his morals be damned.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic holds up a hand, "Settle down there, Lena Dunham. Just a good old case of mutant angst and a little general rebellion. Nothing to throw a fit about," she said. "Also: what? Like, teenagers drinking isn't new. Not that I"m a teenager. Officially. But if I were."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"You take that back right now, goth Shirley Temple," Jessica snarls, not appreciative of the Lena Dunham comparison for thinking about doing a good deed for once. Or at least murdering someone without feeling guilty. Whichever way one chooses to look at it. "I was only looking to punish some asshole who might need it. Didn't know you're just a dime a dozen kid who drinks to be cool." If anything, she sounds disappointed, as she sips some of her glass.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic bites down her immediate retort and then just shrugs. "Sorry," she barely mutters, although for her it's practically a shout as far as apologies go. "I don't drink to be cool. I'm definitely not cool. Am I here alone? Yes, yes, I am. So...not cool."

"Who's Shirley Temple?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Hey, drinking loneliness is one of the main reasons people drink, grats on making the club," Jessica mutters as she slams her empty glass one the counter, "one more, right here," she cries at the bartender, signaling him over with her hand, before turning to look Negasonic over again. "Some fucking kid who acts all grown up, doesn't matter, so what's your story...? Other fuckers in your class don't like you? Or more complicated than that?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic takes a sip of the beer she ordered and flicks her eyes back to the phone. She's not great at face to face interactions. "More like I don't like them. Well, it's probably mutual," she shrugs. "I mean, I make shit explode when I get mad, so, y'know, that complicates things. It's a little easier if I just don't give a shit, y'know?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica snorts at that, "what do you know, you must be a smart one, most teens are fucking stupid." Jessica takes a quick look over Negasonic as she mentions making shit explode, trying to weigh on how much of it is literal versus metaphorical, after all, everything tends to be dramaticly large or explosive at that age. "Not giving a shit usually takes people a life time to master, you're pretty clever for your age." Which Jess will not mention out loud, because she's nice. But there's no way Negasonic is as old as whatever it says on her fake id.

Mon-El has posed:
The door to the bar creaks a little bit as someone new enters the room, although most likely no one really hears it because it happens right as Jessica slams her glass on the counter and yells at the bartender for another. That is, unless they have enhanced hearing like Daredevil or Superman. The newcomer appears to be a young man maybe 18-20 years old, whose attention is immediately drawn toward the source that loud noise that Jones just made.

    Immediately, he approaches them and asks what is probably kind of stupid question, pointing at the empty glasses in front of Jessica. "Are all of those yours?" Really. Then he turns to Negasonic. "I don't think the local laws allow for someone as young as you are to be drinking that." Though he himself looks like he isn't more than a few years older than her.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic takes a moment to flick along her Instagram for a moment before she answers, "Eh. I mean, I go to school with some actual geniuses, so, y'know, I'm fine. Smart isn't everything. But I do agree, most teens are fucking stupid."

Mon-El's sudden arrival has her staring at him for a long moment, picking up one of her shots and throwing it back with a quick swallow. She answers with a dead, flat voice. "Oh no. You've caught me. Whatever shall I do. I feel such regret. I made a mistake. Please, mister, don't turn me in, I'll be a good girl," she says, her eyes going back to her phone halfway through the monologue.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica doesn't lose a beat as Mon-El approaches her only to ask the most unlikely of questions, "absolutely not, they all belong to the bar," Jessica intentionally takes the question as literally as possible, before turning to snort at the supposed admonishing of Negasonic, "looks like the same could be said of you. What is it? Teen Night?"

"I met some pretty stupid geniuses in my time, don't buy that label." Noting how Negasonic never removes her eyes from the smartphone screen for long, Jessica asks, "so...what you doing with that thing? Because I only use those damn devils to call people and make myself misreable in the morning."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar appears to totally buy Negasonic's confession. "Good, I'm glad you're making the right choice." Then his eyes glow red as he proceeds to use his thermal vision to heat up each of the rest of her shots and whatever other alcholic drinks are in front of her until they all boil away. It doesn't take long at all, given alcohol is pretty volatile. "You're welcome."

    Then at Jessica, he folds his arms. "Ha, ha very funny. You know what I meant. Why would you poison yourself so much, and not only that, but encourage her to do it too?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Encouraged...? The fuck are you on about?" Jessica is clearly not impressed with Lar's accusation against her, eyes rolling as she jumps off her bar stool. "I'm not poisoning myself, which is exactly why I'm going to remove myself from this bible hour, if you don't mind..." not that Jess would give a damn if he did mind, she just shouts at the bartender, "on my tab," before hurrying out the door. Before she'll do something she regrets.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic stares at Mon-El with a long, steady gaze, "'kay. Um, I mostly, just, y'know, check Twitter and Insta and Snapchat and Kik and Facebook if I'm really bored (which is always, but, ugh, grandma, why, no, no one wants to see you in HD). Anyway, this guy's a huge asshole, pretty obviously, so...yah, I'm outtie." she says.