The Bar Owner and The Alcoholic Who: Jessica Jones and Rachelle Martin-Bale, featuring Neely Bale and Morgan Raleigh Where: The End Zone When: Backdated to the power outage What: Jessica making a friend, discovering a human alcohol tolerance Rating: Some colorful conversation, so: mild Status: Closed; Complete
It had been a few days since Jessica had found out that she was human. She had no strength, no speed and couldn't jump high anymore. The novelty of being 'normal' hadn't quite escaped her yet, which explained part of the reason why she walked into The End Zone that night. She wanted to see how high her tolerance was now that she wasn't 'super'. She made her way over to the bar and took a seat, looking around curiously. She should have invited Serena to come... maybe later, when she was three sheets to the wind. Anyway!
"Barkeep!" She called out. "Beer, whiskey and lots of it." Well, if anything, tonight was going to be amusing for an outsider looking in!
"Calm yer tits, bitch! There's only one of me, ya know!" Ah, the charm and ladylike mannerisms of Rachelle Martin-Bale, ladies and gents. Wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, black Docs, and a wonderfully snug Steelers tee, she walked over to Jessica, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. "I ain't even supposed to be open yet. So it's just me workin' in this bitch. Now whaddaya want?"
Jessica almost smiled then! Almost! This chick was amusing (and not hard on the eyes, either - so Jessica totally had a type when it came to women). "The top shelf stuff," she decided. Sure, it cost more, but she'd been working fairly steadily lately, so she could afford it. Plus, it likely wouldn't take long to get her fucked up at all. "And whatever you've got on tap." She paused and added: "And if it improves what you think about me, this is my new favorite place already," she added, a little bit of cheek to her otherwise dry tone.
"Yeah, yeah... just wait until we get the TVs and the satellites set up." Chelle replied, giving a playful wink to the woman. She reminded her a little of her pal Tess, which both made her smile AND made her a little sad. She reached up for the Sinatra Select whiskey, pouring a small glass for Jess before leaning over to fill a glass with some Iron City Beer from the tap. "There ya go, gorgeous."
"Thanks," Jessica replied. So she might have been ogling a bit. Shh. She had a mouthful of the whiskey and let out an appreciative sigh. This was the good stuff. "You're Rachelle, right?"
"The one and thankfully only." She smirked, hopping up to sit her ass right on top of the bar. Some things never change. "You got a name, sweetheart?"
"Jessica Jones." She couldn't help it but glance at Rachelle's legs. Yowza. She'd seen Rachelle post on the network, so... "You are just as impressive in the flesh."
"Get the fuck outta here. Jessica Jones?" Rachelle asked, eyes wide. Hey... bitch loved her some comic books, ok? "Holy shitcakes! Jessica Jones just lowkey told me I'm hot. Best day everrrrrr!"
"Jesus, Rachelle. You are a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen. Get off the bar," Morgan said in a dry tone as she approached the pair. One might have thought that by her tone she was annoyed, but in actuality she was highly amused. She kissed Rachelle's cheek and introduced herself to Jessica. "She's mostly harmless."
"Mostly?" Jessica asked with an amused smirk, catching that and glancing at Rachelle for clarification.
"....you act like you haven't seen me legit throw flaming napkins at people, or kick people out for wearing the wrong team's gear." Rachelle said with a 'duh' tone to Morgan, grinning lovingly at her before pointing at her new friend. "Mor. Jessica fucking Jones called me hot."
"Well, Jessica fucking Jones has a working pair of eyes," Morgan replied with a dry tone. She gave Rachelle a possessive squeeze, not being the least bit subtle about it. "I'm gonna do some work in the office. Be good," she 'warned' with a slightly amused smirk.
"...have you met me?" Rachelle asked Morgan as she walked away, as if that suggestion was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "Yeah... that's Morgan. One of my two smoking hot wives. So how long have you been here? And is this place always as fucking amazeballs as it seems?"
"Two wives?" Jess asked for confirmation, raising her eyebrows. She almost asked how that worked, but decided that Rachelle was probably the type to go into detail and so she refrained for the sake of her brain. "I've been here for about," she had to think on that, "wow. Over two years." She finished her whiskey and started on her beer. "It has it's ups and downs. Lot of ups lately."
Rachelle grinned proudly, crossing her arms as she nodded. "Yep. Two of 'em. One (the one that just walked past) is a tall blonde witch with a killer bod and a wit sharper than a knife. The other is a tiny little blonde werewolf with a killer bod and...a... wit... sharper... than.......... well fuck. Looks like I got a type, huh."
"Hey, nothing wrong with having a type," Jess replied with an amused smirk.
Before she could say much more, however, a tiny blonde bounded over to pair and gave Rachelle a long kiss on the lips. Nevermind the fact that Rachelle appeared deep in conversation. "I tried to keep Morgan in bed, but she wasn't having it," Neely said with a bubbly grin once they parted. "Ooooh. Who's your hot new friend?"
Rachelle didn't even hesitate in giving Neely a good sharp slap on the ass. "God I love that little thing. I could just bury my face in it for DAYS." She growled, before pulling the little wolf in tight. "This is Jessica Jones. Yes, the one in the comics I always rave about."
Neely grinned broadly and nipped at Rachelle's neck playfully. She was far more open to PDA's than Morgan was. She was a hell of a lot more bubblier than Morgan was too. "Oooooh. You showed me those once." She didn't even attempt to hide the fact that she was checking Jessica out. "Dude, you're fucking hot."
Was... was Jessica Jones blushing? She took a swig of her beer to try to hide it. "Thanks?" She said it questioningly, like she didn't believe it herself.
"No, seriously," Neely replied. "If we still took people home with us I'd be trying to get you come with us for some wholesome nekkid fun."
"She's not kidding." Rachelle said with hilarious sincerity. "I know that look by now. Neels is totally picturing you naked right now. And now I'm picturing you naked with Neely. Annnnnnnd now I need a cold shower."
Jessica spluttered on her drink. "Jesus!" She laughed as she wiped the dribbling beer from her chin. "There's no such thing as 'too much information' with you guys, is there?"
Neely bounced on the spot. It was fun getting a reaction out of people. "Nope! Speaking of," she turned to Rachelle, "I'm gonna see if I can make Morgan smile this morning." She smooched Rachelle's cheek and hilariously echoed what Morgan said a few minutes earlier "be good!" she said before scampering off.
"PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" Rachelle called out after Neely, the serene smile on her face enough to make even the vulgar way she spoke seem endearing. "You have no idea how much I've been through with that girl. Not even death was able to keep us apart. Anyway! Tell me what you've been up to in this place."
Somehow Jessica got the feeling that Rachelle wasn't being melodramatic. She made a mental note of it. "Work mostly," she replied honestly. "It somehow feels like I have more work here than I ever did back home."
"Bitch as fine as you shouldn't be working all the time." Rachelle decided, shaking her head. "You need to be getting out, getting your groove on, givin' that bod the attention it deserves." And because this is Rachelle, and she could give a fuck about anyone's comfort zone but her own, she layed down right on top of the bar, crossing her ankles and stretching out.
Jessica took another swig of her beer. She was already close to finishing it but figured she'd give it a few minutes before asking for a refill. She put her elbow on the bar and her chin on her open palm as she looked down at Rachelle. "Oh, my body gets plenty of attention, thank you very much." She couldn't remember the last time that she'd spoken to someone like this. I mean, someone other than Serena. It was kind of nice.
"Well good. It'd be a goddamn crime if not." She wanted to ask about Luke Cage SO BADLY... but she also respected the woman's privacy and status as, you know, A REAL PERSON too much to say anything. "And don't worry about paying. Free drinks for my favorite super-babe."
"That sounds like an invitation to get completely shitfaced," Jessica pointed out with a dry tone, although she couldn't hide the cheeky smile on her face.
"As long as you got a normal person's tolerance... if it takes your ass hours to get drunk? I love ya, babe, but I can't have you drinkin' my fine ass out of business." Chelle said with her typical tact.
Jess crossed an 'x' over her heart. "Promise. I mostly came here to see how quick I can get drunk right now." She made a game show hostess gesture to her body. "Because apparently I'm a normal girl this week."
"Awwwwww fuck! That shit hit you too? My girls are all pissy cos they're normal too. It's so cute seeing a pouty little werewolf without her powers..." Rachelle snickered as she shook her head.
"Neely's a werewolf?" Jess asked with a raise of her eyebrows. "Like, an actual Werewolf in London Werewolf?" She didn't know why that surprised her, honestly. She'd seen a lot of weird shit coming here.
"Oh, yeah. Cute little thing too, isn't she?" Rachelle said, like it was no big deal, before adding, "And Morgan's a witch. Damn powerful one, too. It should be criminal to have an ass like that AND have that much power."
Jess finished her beer in one quick swig. She looked at Rachelle thoughtfully. "I guess that makes you one very lucky woman." Once Jess might have envied her that, but she had her own happiness now too. Not that she was one to gush.
"God yes. Especially considering MY only special power is the ability to be a total bitch." Rachelle added with a smirk. "You want another?"
"You? A bitch? Perish the thought." Jessica was certainly in a cheeky mood tonight! Maybe it was because for once she wasn't thinking about her powers, her strength. She didn't have to hold back physically, and maybe that translated to mentally as well. "Always," she replied to the offer of another drink, tapping her foot in an excited way.
"My kinda gal." Rachelle laughed grabbing the bottle and quickly refilling the woman's glass. "If we're being honest? I'm still working on trying not to freak out every time I see someone I thought wasn't real..."
Jess saluted with her newly poured drink and took a sip. "Oh, you thought that I wasn't real?" And before she could stop herself, she pinched Rachelle's arm. "What about now?" She pinched again. "What about now?" She was laughing, though, as she did it, so she obviously meant nothing by it.
This was a personal hero of Rachelle's. Someone she looked up to, and wanted to be like. So clearly there'd be some measure of respect, right? A way of talking to her that most people didn't get?
Right. This is Rachelle.
"Bitch? Superhero or not I swear to FUCK if you pinch me one more goddamn time I'm punching you right in the fucking face!"
The laugh that followed was so strong that Jessica almost toppled out of her bar stool and went ass over tit. Thankfully she caught herself just in time. Jesus, did the alcohol hit her a lot sooner than she thought it would? And did being 'normal' suddenly make her incredibly stupid? She shrugged the thought off and raised her hands, palm up in a sign of peace. "Just making a point."
"......sweartagod, woman. You keep it up and you are gonna get these hands." Rachelle muttered, giving an adorable scowl as she held up her fists. "ANYWAY. Glad yer having a good time at least."
"I am, actually," Jessica replied, nodding. The only person she'd really let herself be goofy around lately was Serena, so it was nice to see that that wasn't a localized thing. "I'll have to make a point to come by more often." Especially since Rachelle provided such wonderful scenery.
"Fuckin' A. Bring your friends." Rachelle said, before giving a snarky wink. "Or in your case, maybe I should say 'bring the people you haven't pissed off YET'."
"Bitch." Jessica laughed. Still, she moved her mouth to one side and thought about it. "Well, fuck. I guess the list is gonna be short." Oh, she wasn't all that bad. She was just terrible at making friends.
"What about the other super types? Oh! LUKE! Bring his fine chocolate self over sometime. Or wait... you guys ain't fuckin' in this reality, huh." Poor Rachelle. She, as always, meant well.
Jessica chuckled. "Okay, so when I look up the word 'subtle' in the dictionary, your picture isn't going to be next to it," she teased. Still, she didn't take offense. "No, we're not a thing here. Although he is married to another version of me." Which was weird, and perhaps more information than she would have willingly given someone else. For some reason she just felt comfortable around Rachelle. "But she's cool. We've gone out drinking a few times." She blinked. "Hey, there's one."
"Course not." Rachelle said with an almost 'duh' tone. "My picture's gonna be 'insane'. If there was a word that meant 'perfect tits', it'd be there. But alas." She looked around then, lips pursing in light annoyance. "Where the fuck did Neely run off to? I got a craving to stick my face up her ass, dammit."
"I believe she's currently fucking your other wife in the office," Jess said in that dry tone of hers. "I've got mad detective skills, yo." Plus, she figured that's what Neely meant by making Morgan smile. "You're more than welcome to join them. I'll pay for what I take."
Rachelle looked from Jessica to the office and then back to Jessica. Would she give in to her impulses or be a responsible adult?
If you even had to think there, clearly you don't know Rachelle.
"You're a fucking superhero. Don't take anything." She spun around, sprinting towards the office. "HERE I COME, BITCHES!!!"