6793/Checking Up On Kate

Checking Up On Kate
Date of Scene:	07 March 2019
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Hawkeye (Bishop)

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica walks into the office, carrying a massive keg with Norse appearing ornaments about it -- read: definitely Asgardian -- she's carrying that keg on her shoulder as she walks inside and immediately goes about kicking some stuff clear in the kitchen area, to make room for the coveted treasure she obtained.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate, as it happens, is already here. There's a take out cup of coffee on - well, it's JJ's desk, but Kate is sitting at it, brow furrowed and threatening to leave a perma-dent there in its wake, staring aimlessly at a laptop screen. Ostensibly, one imagines, she's supposed to be working.

Either she isn't working, or there isn't work to do. Subtle difference there.

Whichever it is, Kate doesn't even look up when JJ arrives, which, all things considered isn't a great sign.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Hey...what do you know, didn't expect you to be hard at work, what case are you working?" Jessica muses aloud as she sets the Asgardian keg down with a thud. "Did you see if Ms. Stevens was having an affair...? I got a text from Joe saying he wants me to see to it personally if he doesn't get anything by the end of the week..."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate blinks up from the laptop. "Huh? Stevens.. were we watching them?" Kate can't remember if that was who she was supposed to be staking out when she went on her little 'bender' such as it was. As for what was she working on, well, she couldn't rightly just blurt out, 'Say, ever hear of a man in purple?' - which leaves her in the awkward position of having to mutter. "Just had a lot on my mind, actually. Besides, the Motel 6 crowd is always husbands and wives who want to be caught with one antoher. I bet we could make extra money if we created false reports and made up personalities for them to take on. Oh god, would that make us pimps? Wait, are we pimps?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica turns to look at Kate, and the look she gives is a not too amused one. Scratch that. It's not amused at all. Jessica is not amused. "If you'd check your messages, you'd see I've tried to pester you to get a move...Joe Stevens is suspecting his wife, Dana Steves is cheating on him. He needs a photo catching her in the act, or showing she's in Book Club meeting or Yoga Class, or whatever the fuck it is Mrs. Stevens likes to do..."

"No we're not pimps, we're not solicitors, we catch cheating assholes in the act. Don't wanna be a cheat? Don't swear an oath to a man or woman you don't love, because they don't love you right back."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate shakes her head. "Sorry. Been kinda out of it for a few." She'd totally ignored her phone for over a day other than texting Clint to check on Lucky. After that, Kate had to admit, she'd hid out for a bit before dragging her sorrya ss back to the office.. and oh god, she's left the darn thing on silent, hadn't she?

Kate winces.

"Yeah. Okay. Not so much not checking it as didn't remember to turn it back on. I can get to that this evening. Just need to pull up the specs or something."

She pushes a few papers around, then stops as it's mostly make work until she checks her phone, or pulls the files up on the laptop. If the files exist on the laptop. JJ wasn't the world's most tech-forward of folks.

"What do oaths have to do with it, anyway? And why are you so bitter about it all. Who peed in your love cornflakes and didn't call back?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Well, I was about to do it myself, and come back at you with your cut, but you know, figured I'd give you another chance..." Jessica grumbles, going to get herself a glass and pour some of that remarkable Asgardian...Hrulfgar thing for herself. She deserves it.

Nope, Jess definitely wasn't the most tech-forward, though she could manage. "Because, Kate, that's what fucking marriages are all about, swearing an oath, you know...sickness and in health, till death do us apart, which is never the case? Everyone's a fucking liar."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate ponders the vitriol of JJ's words. "Riiight, but why are /you/ so upset about it? Everyone is a liar. You know that. You make a business off of it, so why so upset?"

Her coffee cup is peered at. "Say, is that stuff good with coffee?" Because she's no clue what it is, other than JJ is drinking it, which means it must have some sort of kick to it; she's supposing it's whiskey of some sort, which she's heard some do garnish their coffee with. Or was that tea?

Kate really doesn't care which.

"I thought you were all about the sleeping around without any cares. I'm not sure other people's lying and cheating.." Kate stops herself. She doesn't even sound like her to her.

"What I can't figure out is why people fall in love in the first place. I guess I mean how, not why."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Why...? I don't know...you asked, you got an answer, I don't really give a fuck. Not like I'm in danger of ever marrying in my life time, heck, I haven't had a proper date in...well, I don't date."

Jessica laughs when Kate asked about the keg she brought in, "this is something called, Hrulfgar...some Asgardian elixir of awesome. I wouldn't recommend it to you...I have a feeling it would knock you right out, because I really feel the buzz when I drink it. Sooo..." doesn't take a genius to tell Jessica is in a different sphere when it comes to heavy drinking, at least not if one been around her long enough. If she thinks something is strong, it just might be. "Thor suggested I couldn't hold my liquor, which is a blatant lie. But...I think it just might honestly floor you. Try at your own peril."

"Why'd you think that...?" Jessica snaps, suddenly glowering at Kate. Odd, she usually doesn't get touchy about much. "You wanna know why? Because there's a stupid chemical reaction in the brain that tells you to go fuck up your life right now, because that guy or this guy, is kinda hot..."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate nearly chokes at JJ's declaration of how long it's been since she dated, and covers with a cough. Because, well, she wasn't sure if the man in purple counted as a date, and even if he didn't, she really didn't want to have that discussion with her boss. Especially as she wasn't supposed to know anything about it and had merely been taken off guard by the wandering thought of JJ on a date.

She does, however nod at the explanation of the drink. "Yeah. I'm not really in that category of drinking. Actually, I'm not sure I should be in any category of drinking. It just gets you in trouble." And hoo-boy, had it.

"Uh.. wait. You were the person who told me to go out and find myself a man to do the nasty with. In fact, you told me to go out and find several men to. That's where I got that idea from." And oh god why were her cheeks going pink. She was a grownup for gosh sakes, and she wasn't helping herself by blushing at this particular moment.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Does it now...? What happened?" The P.I. in Jessica presses on, "got drunk and wind up telling someone too much? Did you blabber anything about me?" Jessica asks in a none too happy tone.

But then Kate notes what Jessica told her, and Jessica stares at her blankly, before shaking her head and sighing. "It's a figure of speech, you were too wound up, you needed to relax...one way to put it, is go get fucked, so you feel better. Heck, sometimes it does feel better, I don't know..." Jessica stops right there, and instead of more words, downs her glass.

"So what...you went to get fucked and you found yourself an asshole and now you don't know how to get rid of him?" Jessica muses, "I can help if you need it. He won't ever come near you again. Promise."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Figure of speech??" Kate's voice lifts into a much louder (and more shocked) register than she intends. "I did what you told me to. And /now/ you're saying you didn't mean it?"

She just fishmouths a moment before snapping her mouth shut, muttering, "Why would I talk about you to a stranger." Adding, "And he wasn't an asshole. Why would you think that?"

Kate puts her coffee cup down and rubs her temples. "It was a stupid thing to do. I'm trying to tell myself that not only was it stupid, that it would be stupider still to look him up and see how he's doing."

Kate shrugs and gives a wry little laugh. "My phone is off for a reason. Well, that wasn't the only reason. And no, not stupid enough to think it meant anything. It was just.. Anyway. I wish you'd have made it clear you didn't mean it."

She laughs again, still in that same wry fashion, "You know what was really funny? I got my father to foot the bill. He was so happy that I was actually heading out to an expensive club to make like the rest of the women my age and station that he handed me one of the family cards. Hasn't asked for it back yet, either. As long as I've been making purchases at the right places, he's letting the credit ride. I'm not sure if I've landed on a gold mine, or I feel sick about it all."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica looks at Kate, or rather stares at her, with a blank expression. She never at any point in their relationship told Kate to take her advice about anything besides the professional line of work of a P.I., and now it seems that disclaimer was necessary. Even worse, if Kate was around to ever hear Jessica's occasional manner of seemingly going for someone she normally wouldn't, she can't quite explain that one either. Leaving her staring in silence, and then pouring herself another drink, "you can have a sip of my glass if you want," she offers. Yeah, that's her perfect solution, get Kate to go pass out drunk instead of pondering what this all means.

"Wait...following what I told you got you a date with a non-asshole? Was there a problem here?" Jessica now sounds confused.

"Hey, if you got yourself a nookie and it made you feel better, more power to you," Jessica shrugs, clearly not about to make a big deal out of it. "If you want help tracking the guy, I can do that...or it could be practice for you."

At the mention of dad and the magic family card she got, Jessica's eyes widen a bit. "Does that mean you can invite the office to the Flatiron Room?" Jessica certainly knows what to do about that card...

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"The problem," Kate says poitnedly, "Is he's not an asshole. I don't need the complication of a man in my life who I might actually like. I was trying to get over liking a guy who didn't like me back. I was looking for a simple solution."

The drink is turned down. "I think I'll pass on that, thanks. And I don't know what it made me feel, other than - " Kate stops mid-sentence. "Wow. That's where we got to? Sure. Whatever. Only if - well, you're a very blunt person, boss, and if we get kicked out, the card goes bye-bye." Which is to say, JJ's reputation may have proceeded her.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"So...you want or don't want a guy?" Jessica starts to run out of patience as she sips some more of her prized drink.

She does brighten considerably at the topic of a Flatiron Room, Office Outing, which is essentially just thet two of them. "I'll tell you what, we go there, I'll be the nicest person...heck, I'll make a reservation, and put on a vest with sequins, ok?" Maybe she exaggerated about that last bit, she likely doesn't own something like that.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Sure." Kate doesn't even have the energy to argue about sequins. "And I don't know if I want a guy. I wanted something. Only the something turns out like it could be more than something, or you know, stupid biochemistry."

"I thought casual was the answer. Turns out maybe assholes is all you can be casual with."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I'll let you in on a secret..." Jessica offers as she empties her glass and puts it away, maybe she wasn't kidding about how strong this stuff really is. "People are scared shitless of being alone...unless the guy you're with is a self centered asshole, he's gonna look for more than just casual," she shrugs at having said what she did, and starts walking towards her bed, already undressing. "Anyways, I'm off to bed, if you decide what you want by next time...I'll help, for now, sounds like you don't know. Figure that shit out."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"What I want is what I don't need. Whatever. Maybe I'll call him up anyway."

She grins. "And look, you want to go out for a fancy meal on my father, no sequins. We'll order expensive everything and not even have to talk shop unless you want to. Meanwhile, I'll hit up the Stevens stakeout. Night boss."