"I do appreciate a woman who knows how to drink" Who: Jessica Jones and Klaus Mikaelson What: A couple of strangers meet in a bar When: Recently Where: Some bar Rating/Warning: Low/none, FTB at the end Status: Complete
Jessica hadn’t expected her move to the OC to be… quite what it was. She’d expected it to be just like any other place, except maybe a bit warmer, with more ocean and way more hippies. She hadn’t expected killer rabbits and peeps and a bunch of crazy people going on about their dreams as if they were real life.
To deal with it all, Jessica was drinking. Well, she probably would have been drinking either way, but now she felt like she really, truly deserved the bourbon that burned down her throat. She sat at the bar, at the edge of her bar stool, and knocked back the rest of her drink.
Klaus found himself drinking at bars a lot more frequently lately. Sure he usually liked to have a drink after a long day at work. But usually he just poured himself one at home. Which really he should probably still be doing to keep a close eye on Freya. However he just needed to be out. Away from all the drama that was his family and dreams.
Klaus walked into the establishment heading straight for the bar to order a drink. That was when he noticed an empty stool next to a good looking brunette. Blondes were his usual type, but he wasn’t about to discriminate. Especially when he saw her knock back a glass of bourbon. “I’ll have what she’s having,” he told the bartender. Niklaus did love his bourbon. Almost as much as he loved art. Okay maybe not quite that much but it was still a good amount. “And another round for her,” he added before giving the woman beside him his charming smile. “I do appreciate a woman who knows how to drink.”
Jessica looked over at the guy who had just ordered her another drink. Jessica was never one to turn down a free drink from anyone, but she might as well get a look at whoever it was and decide if they were worth a follow-up conversation. He was cute enough, maybe, if you liked guys who were all cheekboney. Jessica was still on the fence.
Her next drink was placed in front of her, and she lifted it as a gesture of thanks. “And I appreciate a man who knows how to order them,” she said with a hint of a smile.
Klaus picked up his own glass knocking it back in one long swallow. Not even a hint of a grimace on his face. “So tell me, love,” Klaus said as he motioned to the bartender for another drink. “What brings you here alone?”
“You’ve got eyes, don’t you?” Jessica asked, and as if to emphasise her point she knocked back the rest of her whiskey. But her tone wasn’t as sarcastic as it might normally have been, in fact, it was almost teasing. The love had been unexpected - she guessed that’s probably just what British guys called all the girls - but other than that he hadn’t made a bad impression.
She had an attitude. Klaus kind of liked it. “I do,” he replied with a smirk. “Why do you think I’m over here?” Granted the only other open stool was next to a middle aged man clearly drowning the sorrows of his life in alcohol. But that wasn’t the point. He could have made any stool available if he so chose. Not that the woman next to him knew that.
Jessica snorted. Oh, he was smooth alright, but she also knew that someone didn’t get to be that smooth unless they had a whole lot of practice. “I thought it was to avoid that guy,” Jessica said, nodding her head to the middle aged man down the bar.
Klaus smirked in response. “That might have something to do with it,” he replied knocking back his second glass of bourbon. “But I have a feeling you’re much better company, love.”
“I have a feeling you’re wrong,” Jessica said. She wasn’t exactly known for her sunny disposition. “I’m Jessica, by the way.”
Klaus had a feeling he was right. At least if the night ended how he wanted it to. “Klaus,” he replied. “You know, Jessica. I have much better bourbon back at my place.” It was true as well. Klaus’s bar was stocked with the finest liquor.
Jessica gave Klaus a long look. He was forward, which was something of a turn on. She didn’t care much about the quality of her liquor so long as it got her drunk, but free was also a plus. She knocked back the rest of her glass. “Lead the way.”
Klaus settled the tab. Which really was just him telling the bartender he was leaving and the drinks were taken care of. With that done he held out his arm for her to link hers through. “Shall we?” he asked before leading her out to his car.
Jessica couldn’t decide if she was impressed with Klaus settling the tab in such a way, or if it was just some ploy to show her how important he was. After all, he would have had to have some kind of influence in order to walk out without actually paying. She looked at his offered arm, and then decidedly ignored it as she followed him to the car.
“You live nearby?” she asked him.
Klaus wasn’t offended that she didn’t take his offered arm. She didn’t seem the type to be into such gestures. Fine with him. When they got to the car he let her open the passenger door for himself while he climbed into the driver’s seat. “Just a few blocks,” he said already starting up the car and heading to the house he shared with Freya. Whether she was home or not he didn’t care. She wouldn’t bother them.
They reached his place in no time. Klaus let Jessica into the house and over to the private bar grabbing two glasses and his finest glass of bourbon. Of course he had more in mind than just drinking for the night, but he had promised her a drink. He poured the glasses handing Jessica hers. “Bottoms up,” Klaus commented before downing his own glass.
Jessica didn’t miss the women’s shoes in the doorway as she walked in, and that made her frown a little. She was all up for a little casual fun, but her entire job was to find and take pictures of cheaters and their lovers, and she didn’t really want to end up on the opposite side of the camera. But free alcohol was free alcohol. Jessica didn’t repeat the toast, if ‘bottoms up’ could be considered a toast, but she did raise her glass in acknowledgement before she knocked it back. “So, is it a girlfriend or a wife you live with?” she asked, once her glass was empty.
“Sister. She won’t bother us.” Freya wasn’t the type to cramp Klaus’s style. He was well aware that she used her powers to create sound proofing if need be. One of the benefits to having a witch for a sister.
The fact that Jessica was evening asking meant she had the same intentions for the evening as he did. Klaus didn’t waste anymore time. He didn’t even bother pouring another drink. He just went for it. Kissing her fiercely while his hands slid under her shirt pulling it off over her head. Somehow he managed not to tear it. With lust filled kisses, hands wandering over her body he let her up the stairs to his room.
Sister was unexpected, but a relief nevertheless. She had had the same intentions as Klaus, though neither had been very subtle about it. And when he came at her, she returned his kisses eagerly, her hands roaming over his solid abs, and allowed him to lead her up the stairs.