5507/A Nightcap

A Nightcap
Date of Scene:	06 October 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Castiel, Constantine, Red Hood

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica is sitting at the bar, a relatively small woman, dressed in a black tank top, and ruggedy skinny jeans. Black fingerless gloves on her hands, a series of empty glasses infront of her, and yet she keeps ordering more drinks. A flight of whiskey and bourbon set infront of her as she starts downing them one by one. She doesn't seem to hold much interest in anything beyond the drinks infront of her.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel liked to drink. Mostly because it allowed the former angel to grumble in public under what was, he had found, perfectly acceptable conditions. Unlike when he grumbled in other places, it seemed to be encouraged in bars. It was almost like a code of conduct there.

He'd also learned that flitting about between this bar and that, an angel could pick up all sorts of useful information he might not otherwise.

However, tonight he's just looking for a break from Sam's incessant whining (in Castiel's opinion) about his brother being off doing god knows what (God, Castiel refrained from pointing out, knew exactly what Dean was doing - or at least had an angel or three who did. Sam should stop worrying).

At the bar, the man in the crumpled trenchcoat taps the bar and grumbles, "Another Boilermaker." Somewhere in the last year among humans, he'd stopped calling them 'the Boilermaker'.

He was learning to fit in.

Constantine has posed:
John Constantine slouches through the doors of the bar, hunched in his trenchcoat, cigarette clinging desperately to his lips. He takes one last drag, letting the smoke out his nostrils then drops it in a half-empty pint glass someone left behind.

Spotting the bird in the leather coat and the angel of his acquaintance he makes his way over and grabs a stool between the two of them, "Landlord, let's start us off with a pint of whatever's dark and on tap," he glances at the drinks infront of Cas and Jessica. "Actually better get me a couple of shots as well, before these two drink you dry."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica is one to mind her own business, particularly when she's on a bad mood. Though ask some who know her and they may doubt she has other moods. So in the spirit of minding her business, she doesn't so much as look Castiel's way as he walks in and orders his drink. She would have done the same with John Constantine, if it wasn't for his remark, which draws an obligatory response out of her, "I'm a regular here, Luke is well prepared, no danger of this place running dry..." as if to illustrates she completes the last two of her flight and signals for another round.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel snorts something that could either be amusement or derision John's way. "Hardly one to talk, I wouldn't think. Don't remember you holding back at McAnally's." Which, of course, was the last time the pair had run into one another.

His attention flicks to Jessica, and the flight before her. "I am confused. You can order drinks like that?" Because nobody had told him that drinks came in multitudes of an arrow formation, politely waiting for their turn to be downed. The body had only divulged the boilermakers.

Constantine has posed:
"Good to know," John says about Luke keeping the joint well stocked. He glances to the bartender and says, "Still keep those shots coming, a'right mate?" even as he grabs the beer and takes a healthy swallow.

"Wasn't complaining, merely observing," John says to Cas. "And yeah, in most places if your money spends you can have your drinks anyway you like."

He stares at Jess's flight and makes a decision. "Fuck it, get me a flight as well," he says to the bartender. "We can be shitfaced together."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"It's called a flight, it's for when you can't decide, or want more than just the one thing. Tonight is an 'I Want It All' kind of night for me," Jessica mutters matter of factly at Castiel, answering the question, but at the same time maintaining her distinct unfriendly, disinterested vibe. She's rather good at projecting that.

When John decides to follow Jessica's lead and have a flight himself, she quips, "the tour of Scotland is a good one, all Scotch, all single malt. Macallan, Bunnahabhain, Glenfiddich...it's great."

Red Hood has posed:
Jason Todd walks on into the bar, the twenty something looking like he's had better days, sporting a busted lip, black eye, and what could be called 'road rash' along his right shoulder the arm exposed by the black tank top he's wearing he just ambles up to the bar pulling out a hundred dollar bill "One armageddon, and make them doubles.." he says to the bartender "You keep them coming til I say stop and you can keep the change from this bill, and any other bills I pay with." he says with the slurred voice of someone already drunk, or just sporting a swollen tongue..

Castiel has posed:
"Flight huh? That some sort of angel joke?" He rumbles to himself, looking slightly amused. If he notices Jessica's 'don't come hither' mannerisms, they're lost on him. In fact, he's quite possibly only a degree or so above her on the social scale, only in his case, he's not trying to project that. His grumbly inability to make nice in social situations is just part of his natural charm. Or something like it.

"I'll have a flight," Castiel adds his order to the others. "And that Boilermaker." No sense wasting good scotch, right? And while he's not as regular a regular as Jessica, Cas has been here enough that it's known the man drinks like a fish and generally makes it out under his own steam without causing any fights.

He gets his drinks.

"Wait. This tour. I am correct in assuming you do not mean we are taking a trip?"

Constantine has posed:
"Heh," John says about the angel joke.

"Great then," he says of Jess' recommendation. "A trip to Bonnie Scotland it is." He check to see if the bartender heard and takes the man's thumbs up as an affirmative. "So," he says to Cas and Jess before Jason joins them. "Since we're taking a stroll in the Highlands, might as well get to know each other, I'm John," he says letting the other give their names if they want.

Cas' queston gets a look, "No, you numpty, we're not going..." he shakes his head leaving off when he spots Jason come in.

"Jesus," he says. "Put that first Armageddon on me," John says smirking as if to a private joke before he continues. "He looks like he needs it."

Jessica Jones has posed:
When Jason comes in and makes that bold order, Jessica turns to look his way briefly, snorting, "at this point you may as well order the Four Horsemen," she doesn't ask about his looks. Suffice to say, no need to be a genius to tell he's been having a rough night.

As her next round is set before her, she reaches for the aforementioned Bunnahabhain, and slowly sips from it. Her attention swaying back to Castiel, but not necessarily in a good way, "who the fuck would waste their time with an angel joke? Nothing funny about angels..." and that was before his literal understanding of the Tour of Scotland special scotch flight on Luke's menu. "Yeah...I'd say you've had one too many already, not that I'm gonna stop you, bottoms up," she snorts and downs her glass.

But then John suggests everyone introduce themselves and make friends or something along those line, the moment he introduces himself, Jessica's eyes start to roll automatically, even though the gesture is likely lost on her drinking companion, seeing how her head averts upwards towards the ceiling. "Yeah...so, John," she grumbles, before peeking at Castiel, "Don," and then she looks at Jason last, "and Billy? Great. I'm Jessica, what's next? Show and tell?"

Red Hood has posed:
Jason Todd smirks at Jessica as she makes her suggestion.. "An armageddon /is/ a four horsemen, it just comes with a fifth shot." Jason says simply easing himself into a bar stool and twisting his neck getting a series of loud snapping pops from the protesting joint. "You think I look bad, you should see the 7 pieces of trash I put in the hospital." he quips to Constantine as the bartender starts pouring, a double of Jim bean, another of Jack Daniels, another of Johnny Walker, a fourth of Jameson, and the fifth glass getting filled with everclear, each large shot getting lined up infront of the blue eyed man.. He doesn't offer his own name though, just shifts and rolls his shoulder as if it's bothering him before he drinks, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 shots down in the span of a few seconds..

Castiel has posed:
Castiel, who has a flight, /and/ a boilermaker in front of him, hunches forward a bit, a finger lifted, "Wait. What is this Armageddon?" Because in his vernacular, it's a very different thing. So are the four Horsement. And he's pretty sure that's not what they're all talking about. "I want one, don't I?"

Jessica gets a hoarse laugh at her commentary on angels. "I'd agree if we're talking Michael. That one has, how do you say it? A stick up his ass." Castiel looks pleased for remembering relevant human reference for the situation. "I can be funny."

Constantine has posed:
"Plenty funny about angels," John says. "Bunch of errand boys with good PR, think they're so high and mighty, nah, they're plenty of laughs if you look at 'em the right way."

"Bully for you mate," John says to Jason's exploits. "Strange costume for a superhero though? Or wisely investing those funds in a bar tab, instead?" he asks lightly before sliding money for the man's drink to the bartender. "You and bill the rest to his hundred, I'm only going the one."

"Forgot my pet frog and my stamp collection so we might need to give show and tell a miss, then Jessica," he says with a smirk.

"An' don't worry mate it's just a drink, not the real thing. Point is that it makes you feel like it is."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Is it...?" Jessica says at Jason's words, turning to look at the array of 12 empty glasses infront of her, before lifting a hand and mock counting on her fingers, which couldn't possibly match the actual number of empty glasses, before she shrugs. "Maybe I did have a few too many. Found a guy to correct me, must be my fucking lucky day." She chuckles to herself, "and a macho to boot? Keeps getting better...I'm sure those last 11 guys are keeping all of the ERs in the tri-state area busy."

But John is there to save the day by turning from showing up and machismo to the less travelled road of humor. Or rather, assholery, which suits Jessica just fine. "I never thought about it that way," Jessica muses at John's quip, "let me guess," she points her glass at him, "Catholic school?" A wild guess, but regardless of right or wrong, she downs her glass and sets it with the other empty ones.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel hasn't made much, if any work, on his flight yet, but orders an Armageddon as well. "Always wondered what it would feel like," he mutters to himself, settling back, an almost smile touching upon his lips. "Might drag my sorry ass back and agree to the plan if it isn't too bad."

He waits for his most current order to arrive before starting in on any of the drinks, looking over at Jessica, "You should meet my boys. Got one with a sense of humour like yours. Course then I'd have two idiots to look out for."

Jason's tale getting an appraising nod from the warrior of the Lord. "Not bad."

Red Hood has posed:
"Nah, not a super hero.. just a conscientious objector of douch canoery." he says pulling out a second hundred dollar bill from his money clip "Another, but make this one Mexican." he says as another five doubles are poured, Jameson being replacced with good old Jose.." otherwise he just sits there waiting for his drinks and being silent, neither wanting to joke, or really engage as he lets the drinks he just downed do their work in relaxing him and take the edge off his battered body..

Constantine has posed:
John gives Cas a smirk. "Don't do that, no drink's worth it mate." he says of Cas going back to heaven and the plan.

His own flight gets some attention now, having lost track of which was which he drinks a couple shots at random.

Jessica's guess is met with a grin, "Nah, warlock, pretty close though, our schools are run by a bunch of buggers too."

As for Cas and his boys. "Which one is the funny one? The tall or the short one?" he honestly forgets their names.

Jessica Jones has posed:
As she finishes the last of her flight, Jessica gets up from her seat, and calls out, "put it on my tab, tell Luke I'll settle after my next case...," Jessica doesn't look in the best of shape, but hey, she's walking straight. For now. "Gentleman, can't say it's been a pleasure, but I learned something new about angels, so there's that...good night. I got a meeting to attend," and just like that she heads out.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason Todd downs his second armageddon and stands up himself, moving to leave after the woman he turns and heads the other way vanishing on into the night..