Jessica Jones (thehword) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-15 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jessica jones, yondu udonta |
Who: Young!Yondu and Young!Jessica Jones
When: September during the de-age plot
Where: Around the OC
What: Thievin’, causing trouble. It’s what they’re good at ;)
Rating/Warning: Low/none
Status: Complete
Yondu looked at his reflection in the window of a parked car. “Damned fine piece of technology if I do say so.” He commented. “Wish I didn't look so damn old though. The hell is that about.” He frowned at the creases by his eyes and the furrowed brow worn with lines of age. He looked over at the young woman leaning against the car next to him. They'd run into each other at Walmart while he'd been busy trying to shoplift some sunglasses and some sort of a hat to cover up what had been his very obvious blue alien self. In the end they'd figured out how to use the weird looking bracelet which somehow made him look like a normal human being again.
Now he'd convinced this Jessica chick to help him steal some booze from a local liquor joint, just in case the old man image with the young teenager's voice didn't work.
“I wouldn’t say old,” Jessica said. “More… grizzled. It’s kind of hot,” she said, brushing the scruff on his cheek lightly. As far as she was concerned, she didn’t really need to explain what it was about. The image matched his real age, how she’d seen him the first time they’d met. She wasn’t sure what it was that had reverted both of them back to teenagers, or why Yondu couldn’t seem to remember that he was, in fact, a grown ass man, but she didn’t think it was her job to tell him. That just seemed like a whole lot of explanations with very little pay off.
“Come on, grandpa,” she said, moving to tug on his hand in the direction of the liquor store. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner the real fun can begin.” Jessica wasn’t sure why she’d gone so long without shoplifting. It had been years. But it wasn’t like she owed the world anything. Hell, as far as she was concerned, the world had taken so much from her it was time she took a little bit of it back.
Yondu smirked, letting himself get pulled along. “Hot, huh? You into older dudes, then?” He might not be as old as his hologram, but he was guessing he had at least two or so years on her.
Inside the liquor shop he tried his best to look 'normal’, walking with a stiff sort of gait as if he knew what he was looking for, as if he bought liqour all the time. He caught the eye of the guy at the register eyeing Jessica curiously and Yondu - in his best deep imitation of a grown man's voice growled “There a problem?” The man at the register arced a brow and tilted his chin towards Jessica. “She with you?”
“Yeah.” He replied, heading towards the bourbon aisle.
“Miss, you all right?” The man then said to her, and Yondu bristled, knowing precisely what the guy was thinking. And that gave him an idea…
He looked to Jessica to see if she knew what he was thinking.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jessica said. She caught Yondu’s eye and smirked a little, before sashaying her way up to the front counter. “That’s just my dad. You know how dads can be. So,” she added, attempting something resembling a flirting tone, and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Have you worked here long?”
Yondu glanced around the edge of the Bourbon aisle to see the somewhat flustered cashier glancing about with uncertainty as the much younger teenage girl batted her eyes at him. “Wh...um, couple years now. Just um, paying my way through college. For my m-masters.” Yondu ducked back to examine the bottles with a snort. Girl was a natural con artist, he had a feeling.
He slipped a bottle of Jim Beam, one of Wild Turkey, and “Ooh,” he murmured, “Rebel Yell? Don't mind if I do.” And pocketed that one too. This jacket he had woken up in was pretty damn cool. He could hide all sorts of crap in it!
He took at peek to see how Jessica was holding up as he made his way to the whiskey aisle.
The cashier in the meantime was trying to figure out how not to appear to be flirting with this man's daughter, despite how cute she did seem.
“Oh, your Masters. So smart,” Jessica said, with a bit of a giggle, and she somehow managing to resist looking into the mirror above the till to check on how Yondu was doing; not drawing attention to that sort of thing definitely seemed like the smarter course of action.
But mindless flirting was easy. All she had to do was remember the way that Trish would deal with all her mindless fans when they were kids. It didn’t have to lead anywhere, it just had to go on long enough for her to get what she wanted - in this case, Yondu’s jacket full of alcohol.
At this point Yondu had stuffed his remaining pockets with whiskey and a few beers liberated from their refrigerated 6 packs. Walking carefully so as to not make the bottles sway the jacket too much he made his way back to the counter.
“Hey!” He barked in faux anger. “The hell you think you're doin’ with my little girl?” He glowered as best he could, hoping the old man face was doing its job. He swaggered up to the counter and leaned on it, staring the man down. “You flirtin’?”
The man paled and stammered. “N-no, sir! No never!”
“Oh! So now you're sayin’ she's ugly?!” He all but roared. The poor cashier didn't know what to say or do, but stared mutely with wide eyed fear.
Yondu grabbed Jessica's arm and pulled her along. “Let's go, there are better establishments than this place. Places where the staff don't flirt with my daughter!” He yelled over his shoulder.
Jessica threw a wink and a bit of a fingerwave at the hapless cashier as she was dragged out of the liquor store. Shwe managed to hold the laughter in until she thought they were a safe distance out of eye-and-earshot, and then burst out laughing.
“That was good,” Jessica managed between the laughter. “I think with that performance we could both give Trish a run for her money.”
Yondu preened. “Why thank you. You were pretty good yourself.” He led the way and they walked about a block before turning the corner and coming to a stop. “Who's Trish?” he asked as he glanced this way and that, making sure no one could see them. It was a little out of the way street that was more an alley than anything else. He procured the Wild Turkey and handed it to Jessica with a grin. “Ladies first.”
Jessica took the bottle and took a swig, wincing as it burned its way down her throat. It had been a long time since she'd actually felt the burn of alcohol when she drank it, and, unexpectedly, she found herself coughing. “She’s my sister,” she said after the fit had passed, holding the bottle out for Yondu. “Adopted sister. You might know her as Patsy Walker. She used to do a lot of television when she was younger.”
Yondu smirked as Jessica coughed up a storm. Rookie.
He accepted the proffered bottle and took a healthy swig. The burn felt good. “I know a Patsy Kline, but no Walker.” He shrugged. They took turns taking sips out of the bottle for a few minutes. Yondu was trying to figure out what mischief they could cook up next. “Hey. You wanna go for a joyride?” He jerked his chin in the direction of a snazzy looking sports car parked across the street.
“You’re probably better off for it. It’s Patsy was a terrible show,” she said, washing down the statement with another swig of the whiskey. She was prepared for it this time, and managed to keep it down without any embarrassing coughing.
She looked over at the car and frowned a little to herself. “That’s not your car, is it?” she asked.
He chuckled at her disdain for her sister's show. An only child, he'd never had the experience of being jealous of or just being irritated by a sibling. He wondered briefly which of the two this was.
“It's not, but it's about to be. C'mon.” He glanced about before heading across the street. Sidling up to the car he procured a metal object and started fiddling with the door. When that didn't seem to work, he tried picking the lock. The door opened with a click.
And the car alarm sounded. “Shit.” Yondu swore under his breath. “C'mon, Bonnie! It's now or never!” He called to Jessica as he ducked into the car. He hurriedly stuck the metal pins into the ignition, cutting off the siren and starting the car. He pocketed the pins with an enigmatic grin of triumph - the jacket really was a wonder: the thing really did seem to have a lot of hidden pockets for things.
A moment later he heard sirens. As he twisted to glance out of the driver's side door he caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror. A blue face was staring back at him. Looks like he'd hit something on the device in his hurry to silence the car.
Honestly, it was neither. Jessica and Trish had their spats, but Trish was just about the only person in the world that Jessica trusted. But on top of the show just being genuinely bad, she hated everything it had done to Trish when she’d been on it. There was nothing Jessica would have wanted less than being on the show too.
“I’m not sure if this is a…” Jessica started, but before she could finish her sentence, the car alarm was blaring.
“You know they died in the end, right?” she said, jumping into the passenger side without thinking about it. Despite her words, and the fact that her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst from her chest, she couldn’t help the grin on her face.
“Details, details.” He replied, waving it off. He then stood, resting one arm on the roof of the car, the other blue hand moving to brush his coat aside. Yondu stared a moment, judging just how close the cop car would get before they'd be in trouble trying to get away. The vehicle slowed down and paused. A breathless moment ensued, with Yondu and the cop car playing a version of chicken, minus the forward momentum.
Yondu then pursed his lips and whistled; the Yaka arrow sprang into action, hovering near its master.
“Put down the weapon and place your hands on your head!” came the command over the car's loudspeaker.
“Not a chance.” Yondu muttered with a devilish look in his red eyes. Whistling a few high notes, the arrow sliced through the air - nearly invisible that was how fast it was - and straight through the patrol car's tires.
“Ha! Take that, you donut eatin’ bastards!” Yondu crowed before jumping back into the car. He gunned it - and just in time too. He heard a few shots ricocheting off of the edges of the vehicle. He let out a howl of delight as they burned rubber.
“Jesus Christ,” Jessica swore, ducking down under the dash and covering her head. Attacking cops and getting shot at weren’t at all what she signed up for, and her heart thudded loudly in her chest. But, as they fishtailed out of there, she turned in her seat to stare at the cops, and let out a peal of laughter, nearly hysterical.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly, once she managed to get herself under control. She turned to Yondu, eyes sparking. There was something incredibly freeing about this. Had she been twenty years older, she would probably still be wondering how they were going to get out of this without prison time, but right now, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. “That was kind of hot, you know?”
“Stick with me, darlin’. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He grinned widely and winked at her before turning his attention back to the road. There was a distinct lack of sirens at the moment, but he knew it was only a matter of time before backup was called. He didn’t know the roads that well around here, and debated switching cars before they headed out of town.
Hitting the gas as they found a patch of empty road on a side street, he howled with delight at the pickup. “Hot damn she’s got some speed to her!” Yeah no he was keeping this one for a while longer. “You know any roads that outta town? Maybe to the desert a bit? Might be able to get away with it before the cops find us.”
Jessica glanced up at the sky, half expecting to see the helicopters already above them, but above her, she could see nothing. Besides, what was she afraid of helicopters for anyway? She could fly. Well, at least she could jump really high. She didn’t particularly enjoy it, but if she had to she could make use of it.
Even with still having her adult memories, she didn’t drive so finding her way out of town on the twisting city streets was a bit of a struggle, but her directions did eventually lead them out onto the open road, the dry wind whipping through her hair.
By the time they finally pulled over, Jessica’s heart was finally beating at something resembling a normal speed, though she was still flushed with the excitement of it all, feeling for the first time in a long time what true freedom must have felt like.
“Well that was fun.” Yondu grinned, cutting the engine. He leaned back and stretched, before pulling out some of the bottles from his jacket. “And now for some celebratory drinks!” He opened up the Rebel Yell, and handed Jessica the Wild Turkey. “To us.” He tapped the bottle neck to hers before taking a swig. He then felt around the edge of the car seat, and finding the lever, scooted his seat back so he could kick his feet up on the dash. “Ah, that’s better.”
“To us,” Jessica said, tapping her bottle against Yondu’s and taking a pull.
Yondu seemed to have the right idea. Jessica opened the glove box in front of her, and was pleased when she found a pair of aviator sunglasses waiting for her. She put them on, and then followed Yondu’s example, pushing back her seat and reclining it. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the sun shining on her face, and then she turned her face toward Yondu and smiled, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She had thought this whole being a teenager thin would suck a lot more than it actually did, and she was pretty sure that most of that reason was because of Yondu.
“So,” she said, and her smile widened a little. “You wanna?”