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Hercules	It's not often that people accuse Hercules of having good ideas, and this will probably not be one of those times. He heads up to Jessica Jones' office, after hearing about her from some unsavory people who aren't particularly fans of her. He doesn't know much about her, but when he arrives, it's with purpose! Knocking hard on her door, but not too hard, because that would be bad, he says with an incredible amount of bass and probably a bit too much volume, "Jessica Jones! I heard about you from some unsavory people on the street who don't like you! Little did they realize, I'm Hercules! And I'm here to offer you a labor of protection!"
Jessica Jones	There's not much surprise that there's a whole hate group dedicated to hating on the lead P.I. of Alias Investigations, meaning the only P.I. at Alias Investigations. Jessica doesn't really emanate charm school pleasantries, but then she doesn't really have too many fucks to give about what people make of her. That probably also contributes to the whole negative fandom she's gathered. Knocking hard but not too hard, that might do wonders for most people, but someone like Hercules? Against the oft shattered door of Alias Investigation? You guessed it...the glass shatters easily, with the door tilting just off its hinges, which draws Jessica's immediate attention. "Oh for fuck's sake...I just had it fixed like a week ago..." a groan follows, before she snaps, "come on in, Hercules, Champion of Olympus!" Her tone is most definitely sarcastic. She doesn't believe for a second that Hercules came down from the skies to offer her protection.
Hercules	Hercules takes the knob in between his index finger and thumb, trying to very daintily open and close the broken door. When it tries to fall over, he very carefully pushes it back up, then motions his hands as if to tell it to stay. Turning around, in all his shirtless glory, with assorted melee weapons strapped to his back, he spreads his arms in enthusiasm. "I apologize, this world wasn't made for Herculean strength!" he laughs at his own joke, slapping his stomach a few times. "A tiny vision of Aphrodite such as yourself, I can't let these fans of yours hurt you. So, lucky for you, Hercules will hang out and keep danger at bay!" Looking around, curious. "Got any food?"
Jessica Jones	"Just leave it be, I'll get it fixed again...eventually," Jessica sighs, taking it for granted that her door is bound to get busted sooner or later. Why does she even bother? She does quirk a brow at the allusions to Aphrodite, even if a tiny one, "I think you got the wrong address," she snorts, "nobody ever called me Aphrodite, and I honestly can't blame them. So...what threat did you hear this time? They gonna egg my office or what?"
Hercules	"Wrong, fair lady! //I// called you Aphrodite! A salty, foul-mouthed Aphrodite. Have you ever met her? I think she'd like you." Hercules starts to walk around, then starts to peek into the kitchen when he realizes there is one. "They're thinking about mugging you, to tell you to keep your nose out of things. So I was thinking I'd pull their underwear over their heads and crumble their guns up into little balls. Isn't that what Superman does? I should try doing things like that!"
Jessica Jones	"Oh, you were serious with that?" Jessica looks somewhat incredulous, wondering if the guy was just a crazy mutant with incredible strength. Though truth be told, breaking her door doesn't take too much strength. "Would she now? Hell, if she gives me whatever alcohol the gods drink, I'll go to that meeting." She quiets down at the revealed threat, and looks even more amazed at Hercules plan to foil the wouldbe thugs. "Well...if they are on their way now, I'd love to watch you do that, that's for sure. Hell, we'll share a drink after." Yeah, she's still not buying the threat.
Hercules	"Ah, you want to try the nectar of the gods, eh?" Hercules grins at that, walking over to lean on her desk, intentionally flexing his arm in the process. "My siblings don't enjoy being called for no reason, but god wine isn't no reason!" "I think they are on their way, and if I get to have drinks with a lady such as yourself, I'll make sure to pull their underwear as high as possible!" Though, with that, they can both hear footsteps coming up the stairs. "Ah, hear that? Danger!" He looks around, despite having weapons on his back, then grabs a spoon. "Wanna see what I do with this spoon?"
Jessica Jones	"Yeah, so long as it has alcohol in it," Jessica wonders if Hercules is truly there, or she's finally had too much to drink to the point she's seeing thing. This entire affair is a bit surreal, if it wasn't for her door getting busted. The one thing anchoring this in reality. Jessica moves to lean against her desk, slightly siting on it, as she nods at Hercules, "do your magic...I'm watching," if anything this should prove entertaining.
Hercules	Two men suddenly barge into her door, they look like the mob thug types, with ill-fitted suits and guns. "Jessica Jones! Our boss is sick of your shit, poking your nose where it doesn't bel--" Hercules suddenly hits the man in the head with a spoon, and he hits the ground. "Ahhh! I forgot to listen to his whole speech, I got excited and wanted to show you what I'd do with the spoon!" The other man points his gun at Hercules, and Herc grabs the tip with his hand, bullets firing into it a few times before the gun is just sort of crushed. "Aw, don't worry, it's a good gun! It's not your fault my fair lady here is under the protection of the Lion of Olympus!" Then, he reaches behind the man, pulls his underwear up, //all// the way up, and then up and over his head. "Now, watch, my trick!" He puts the spoon against the guy's nose, and then uses his pulled up underwear to hold it to the man's face. He steps aside, then motions both arms to the man as if to say 'ta-daa', and the gangster is walking around, blind, with a spoon and underwear stretched over his face, trying to see.
Jessica Jones	"I'm really scared guys..." Jessica starts to answer, before Herclues takes action with the spoon, bringing her to cross her arms and just observe for once. It's nice not having to take out the garbage herself for a change. "You hear that?" Jessica calls after the goon, "freakin' Lion of Olympus in the house, don't you feel stupid?" It's a show, and she didn't have to pay for it. Heck, it came right to her office. Truly a remarkable day. When Herc introduces his handy work, Jessica claps, "I gotta admit, I didn't believe you when you barged in earlier, but I stand corrected. That's impressive. Appreciate your help...I guess....can I call you Herc? Don't tell me you're actually the Hercules from Mythology? I mean, that's a nickname because of how strong you are, right?"
Hercules	"Hah! I have many nicknames, but Hercules is my name. Well, Hercules is my modern name. Society likes to change it up a bit. But they invented the beer keg, so I'm not complaining!" Hercules laughs, sticking out a foot to trip the man, allowing him to hit the floor and fall unconscious. "Look, it's my lion belt!" he points to the lion belt. "And only the real Hercules would have this incredible charm." He walks over to the desk, firmly resting his hands on each side of her, then wiggles his eyebrows.
Jessica Jones	Jess is cool with entertaining the notion of Hercules coming down from Olympus to beat the crap out of thugs looking to ruin her day. That's karma for once on her side. But as he gets real close to trap her against her own desk, she puts a hand firmly against his chest to push him back a little. Proving to have unexpected strength of her own, for such a small looking woman, "back off, buddy, very impressed with your lion's belt...but that doesn't mean we're getting in bed together, ok?"
Hercules	Hercules backs up, considering that, rubbing his beard. There's many ways that many men could respond, and probably have responded. But he suddenly holds a finger up, then he lowers it. Instead, he looks down at the unconscious men. "I bet it's because they weren't bears. It would have been much more impressive if they were bears." "You're strong." he notes, placing a hand against the spot she pushed against. "You ever fight Superman? I'm trying to get that guy to have a fight with me."
Jessica Jones	"Yeah, that must be it," Jessica is quick to agree while rolling her eyes, "if they were bears, I would be absolutely infatuated," she nods sagely, one hundred percent not serious about what she just said. "I get that a lot," she quips when told she's strong, "never had a chance to fight Superman, not really looking forward to doing that...if I see him, I'll let him know you want a fight though. Should be entertaining."
Hercules	"A fair lady like you, with the strength of your foul mouth, you probably have princes lining up to your door. Hey, technically I'm a prince, by the way." Hercules tries to impress further, reaching into one of his pouches for some zip ties. Crouching to each man one after the other, he ties their hands behind their backs. "It must be hard work, being a detective. I've had to investigate a few things in my day, but it's usually on a quest to fight something." He finally stands up straight again, checking his pockets, then out comes a twenty dollar bill. He looks it over, considering his options. "How about a date?"
Jessica Jones	"Not really," Jessica is a bit confused by that whole line of thought. If Disney taught her anything, it's that she has zero chance with a prince. "I'll give you that punching stuff in the face, is much easier than detective work, it's much more theraputic too." Then he offers a date, causing one brow to arch far more than the other, before Jessica snaps, "I don't know about a date, but if you're paying, I'll go have a drink with you."
Hercules	"Now, I don't know about dainty little princes like Thor, but..." Hercules can't help but throw a little shade in Thor's direction. "If there are any real princes around here, you're definitely their type." He grabs reach man by the scruff of their collar, then start carrying them out of her office. "We'll leave them outside for law enforcement. Let's steal these guys' wallets and buy a keg!"
Jessica Jones	"I can't say I really met any princes, well, I guess you're an exception, according to you, so, there's that," Jessica doesn't seem too bothered by it, she wasn't ever really the kind of woman to expect prince charming to take her to some castle. Truth be told, she's not cut out for that life anyway. "We'll leave them for law enforcement, but let's not steal anything, we're the good guys, remember?" Jessica shakes her head. It's all fun and games until your badge gets taken for criminal activity. She won't let that happen.
Hercules	"In the old days, attempting a mugging meant you'd lose your wallet, and maybe an eye!" Hercules looks back at her, considering the idea of his princehood. "My father is Zeus." he says, as if that explains everything. "You seem strong, confident, capable! Why be a detective, when you could go on adventures, fight things?"
Jessica Jones	"Zeus? Oh, I get it, Hercules, right? Of course your father is Zeus, silly me," Jessica grumbles, before shaking her head, "hero bullshit is not for me, I'm fine with a regular job...at least people don't mess with me more than once. I'm rather clear about not liking it."
Hercules	"I do it for fun. Fighting strong guys, or strong ladies. Slaying beasts, drinking, waking up in strange places. Being a hero is amazing!" Hercules has a particular idea about what being a hero means, and dumps the men in the hall outside of her office, before walking back in to close her flimsy door. "I watched a little TV, it's amazing seeing the stuff they make about me!" He walks over to her desk and takes a seat. "There was a show called Hercules, it had a guy named Kevin Sorbo! I don't know why they got a guy so small to play me, I have way more muscles than that! But the other one, the cartoon! Now //that// one had muscles!"
Jessica Jones	"I hope you don't mind, but I'd rather skip on fighting you, let's just say you won and have a drink. That works better for me," she doesn't have much of an ego issue, meaningless contest are pretty much meaningless for her. "Yeah, I met the Avengers, must be great," Jessica agrees in an entirely un-enthused voice. "I'm sure those shows were great, but I don't really watch tv, so, I'll take your word for it."
Hercules	"I watch TV when I have to heal, after one of those super big epic battles where the fate of the universe is on the line, you know the ones!" Hercules stands up again, reaching over to nudge her back slightly. "Well, let's go! We'll go to your favorite place. I only have twenty bucks, but we'll gamble a little. No one can out drink me, but I bet there's people who think they can! We'll be drinking all night."