Veronica Mars is a marshmallow (ronmars) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-07-10 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jessica jones, veronica mars |
Who: Jessica Jones and Veronica Mars
What: Drinks and dream discussions
When: Recently
Where: A bar
Rating/Warnings: Pretty low! Language and Jessica accidentally breaks a glass
Status: Complete
Things had gone from strange to way beyond that. The other day she’d meant to jump a foot into the air, and had winded up in the clouds, attached to a strange sci-fi aircraft that had been piloted by a big, orange alien. And she’d had a dream about Sterling, which she wished she could forget, even if it did mean that she now was the proud new owner of the leather jacket she now wore.
Which, of course meant that Jessica was in desperate need of alcohol. And while she didn’t want to admit it, a bit of company too. Which was why she had actually reached out to Veronica to go for a couple of drinks. Of course, it wasn’t like she really wanted to talk about her dreams, or the fact that she could now leap buildings in a single bound. Which meant that when Veronica had walked into the bar, Jessica, already three drinks deep, and greeted her and then turned back to her glass.
Veronica’s nights out at bars were few and far between these days. That’s what happened when you became a mom she supposed. She could no longer just stop at a bar after a long stakeout. She had responsibilities now. As much as she loved Liam, she did miss her freedom. Which was why she jumped at the chance to meet Jessica for drinks.
Veronica spotted Jessica the moment she walked into the bar, making her way over to her. It didn’t take her long to realize that Jessica had already been here for awhile. At least long enough to have a few drinks. She had a feeling something was on the fellow P.I.’s mind. “What’s up?” Veronica said in greeting as she climbed onto the barstool.
“Me, apparently,” Jessica grumbled. She ran a hand part-way through her hair. “Things have gotten really weird lately.” She stopped herself from saying more. After all, to any normal person, everything that had happened lately would just sound completely insane. “Have you ever had really vivid dreams before?”
Veronica raised a brow at Jessica’s comment. But then she went into asking about dreams and it made a bit more sense. Though she wasn’t entirely sure what that had to do with Jessica being up.
“Oh yeah,” Veronica replied waving the bartender over. She was going to need a drink for this conversation. Veronica ordered herself a whiskey sour before turning her attention back to Jessica. “Like a whole other life type dreams.”
“Yeah, like those,” Jessica said. For a moment, she stayed quiet, still mulling over her most recent dreams. She’d dreamed of Sterling, the same Sterling she’d lived with in New York, and got to relive everything that had happened there. The words caught in her throat. “What do you dream about?” she asked instead.
“Oh you know, just your average high school experience,” Veronica commented as the bartender brought over her drink. She took a sip before continuing. “Best friend was murdered. Cops are incompetent. It’s up to teenage me to solve the case. Bus gets blown up, goes over a cliff, up to me to solve it. You get the idea.” A pause as she took another sip. “Basically I’m a teenage P.I. With much more exciting cases than I get here. Yours?”
“I dreamed I got into a car accident when I was a kid, and my whole family, except for me, were killed.” That wasn’t much different than real life, really. “I think when I was in the hospital, they experimented on me, because when I came out, I had these powers. I was really strong, and could… jump really high.” It wasn’t quite flying. She opened her mouth to talk about Sterling, but right now, she couldn’t. She needed more alcohol before she’d get that open. “But the weird thing is, I think it’s come over? The other day I meant to jump a foot, and I ended up hitching a ride back down on some alien spaceshift.”
No, it didn’t sound any saner when she said it aloud.
Shit,” Veronica muttered with a long gulp of her drink. “What kind of jackass experiments on kids?” That was all kinds of fucked up.