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jessica jones ([info]haveadrink) wrote in [info]avengers_logs,
@ 2018-04-04 21:28:00

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Entry tags:-complete, jessica jones, trish walker

Who: Jessica and Trish
What Whizzer, and Jessica's Past
Where: Alias Investigations
When: During the Hulk thing.
Warnings: Spoilers for season 2 of Jessica Jones, especially episode 1



Jessica Jones was not paying much attention to the fact that there was a giant Hulk running around, being a destructive asshole. She wasn't that kind of hero. She wasn't any kind of hero. Mostly right now, Jess was worried about Kilgrave and being upset about the fact that the one guy she was starting to like.. yet again just disappeared from her life. Fuck this stupid place. She needed new cases, which meant opening up the Investigations to anyone who needed help off the street. At least Kilgrave hadn't poked his nose into it yet. Wanting to help or whatever the fuck.

Then the others had come. There were lots of the obvious, the ones that were full of shit. Cheating husbands and wives. That kind of thing. She went through them one by one. Then there was the crazy guy who thought he had the power of speed. Faster than anyone. And he was being hunted. Someone was out to kill him. Jessica thought he was full of shit. That was until he'd showed her his power. And he'd only shown her the power when he thought he was in danger. The bad thing? He really was in danger. She had chased him out the door and down the street..

Until he'd been crushed by falling scaffolding. And now Jessica didn't know what to do. She sat at her desk, drinking. There was a knock at the door.

"Go away!" she called, drunkenly.

Of course Trish would just come right in.



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[info]haveadrink
2018-04-20 07:13 pm UTC (link)
Jess knew when Trish wasn't going to leave something alone. And the last thing she wanted was to have things escalated because Trish thought that was the only way to get through to her. She should have just said no and put her foot down. But she had a hard time doing that to her friend.

"Yeah? Like what? Am I going to like these ideas?" God she needed another drink.

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[info]trish_talk
2018-04-20 07:34 pm UTC (link)
Trish at least had the decency to look sheepish when she looked back at Jess after texting her mother. She pushed her hair back behind one ear and bit her lip before shrugging noncommittally.

"Um, probably not. But I'm in this, it's only fair I pull my weight too, right?"

Her phone vibrated a few times with a string of texts from her mother, expressing shock, then something demeaning, then naming a time and a place. And some requests regarding outfit, makeup and hair. Asshole. Trish inhaled sharply and shoved her phone into her bag. "Okay, step one's down. So this Whizzer guy. He wanted your protection not your PI services?"

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[info]haveadrink
2018-04-20 11:25 pm UTC (link)
All Jessica wanted to do was mind her own damn business, drink too much and make money by looking after shitty people who cheated on each other. That wasn't too much to ask, right? Apparently it was, because she couldn't get away from it. She just shook her head at Trish, but didn't say anything. As if she didn't have enough on her plate with this Kilgrave thing.

How come he couldn't be the one to disappear?

"Who the hell are you texting?" Because she had a few guesses, and none of them are good. None. "Yeah. He wanted protection. From whoever the fuck was going to get him. And they got him. So I'm gonna go over to his place and check it out. You want to come?"

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[info]trish_talk
2018-04-20 11:45 pm UTC (link)
"I uh," Trish hesitated, readjusting her hair as if to buy time to come up with a convincing lie. "I know someone who has connections in the hospital, who can get us access to all of your records. Your uh, your family too, if you think it's relevant."

She really didn't want to tell Jess she was about to essentially allow her mother to whore her out to Maximillian again, even if tangentially, and that her plan involved blackmail among other things. "Um, that friend of Matthew Murdock's, Karen Walker. She's a reporter, she might know something too. I'll email her."

Trish stopped to consider what Jess told her for a moment. "I wonder if they got him because he was blabbing or if he blabbed because he was going to be gotten. Anyway, are we going right now?"

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[info]haveadrink
2018-04-21 07:10 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes narrowed and she gave Trish that 'i know you're full of shit' look that she was famous for giving. To everyone, not just her. Still. "Okay, yes on the reporter. She was fine." And yeah maybe she had some connections. "No idea what you're talking about in the hospital, but I'll.. trust your judgment." Which meant that she better not fuck this up.

She reached over, pulled open the bottle of whiskey and took a drink. If she was going out, then she needed to be well lubricated. "I think he was going to be gotten. He came to me at the last minute. I think they just.. caught up to him." Whoever the fuck it was.

"Yeah. Let's fucking go."

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[info]trish_talk
2018-04-21 07:54 pm UTC (link)
Trish knew that look very well, and knew not to contest it or provoke her more. If she could trust Jess not to brutally punch Maximillian's lights out before she could get what she needed out of him, Trish would be happy to tell her about her plan. And bring her along.

"Thank you." Trish replied, managing to keep from sounding as doubtful as she felt about Jessica's trust. She also said nothing about the drinking ritual that seemed to happen before Jessica went to work. It might just be liquid courage on anyone else, though. And apparently they were going right now. At least thee was no time wasted. "Damn. Okay."

Grabbing her bag and coat, Trish made for the door, holding it open for her friend. She let Jessica call the elevator as she put the coat on and grabbed the car keys from its pocket. "Let's figure this out."

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[info]haveadrink
2018-04-22 12:45 am UTC (link)
That whole not bludgeoning the man with her bare fists thing might have been asking a little too much. But she would at least wait until they could get something out of him, before she pummeled him to death. She knew that Trish worried about her. That her drinking could be the same as her old problems with drugs.

Jessica was nothing if not a super huge hypocrite about everything. "Okay."

Getting up, she grabbed the things that she needed and waited for Trish before heading out. "I found out where he lives." And then she gave Trish the address, since she was the one driving.

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[info]trish_talk
2018-04-22 02:13 am UTC (link)
Trish spent the ride down to the ground floor punching the Whizzer's address onto her phone's GPS. When they arrived outside, she was ready to go. She had luckily found a parking spot not too many blocks away from Jessica's building, although it had been hard given that most of the street was now a taped off crime scene.

Trish sat in the driver's seat for a moment before starting the car. She was about to ask Jessica if she was sure when she realized it was her who'd put Jessica up to this in the first place. Unless it wasn't connected, but Trish doubted it very much.

Inhaling, she threw her bag in the backseat and started the car. Hopefully there would be answers at the end of this trip.

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