[She chuckled when he grimaced at the taste of cheap whiskey]
Sorry, never got a chance to refine my palate. The cheap stuff gets you drunk just as fast and the more you have, the less you notice the taste.
[She finished off her second beer, very pleased that Stephen Strange couldn't see her as the harmless type. She wasn't very tall or particularly ripped like some powered individuals, but she liked to think she projected an image that told everyone else around her to back the fuck up and leave her alone]
Yeah, but like, if I talk like this and smile a lot, everyone just assumes I'm just another dumb pretty white girl.
[Said with a very heavy valley girl accent, which was probably the strangest thing to hear coming from the likes of Jessica Jones]
Hate to break it to you, but pretty blue eyes don't do much for me.
[There was some chemistry between them and hell, it had to be lonely being shacked up with a bunch of dusty books]
Mmm, good point. [He said before another shiver of distaste ran through him, causing him to take another sip of his bourbon.]
I honestly can't tell if it's that bad because it's been too long period, or because I spent too much time having better whiskey in the past.
[He didn't like to admit it, but he did miss some of the finer things he used to enjoy when he was a famous neurosurgeon.
It was impossible not to laugh at her use of the valley girl accent: it seemed so far remove from who she really was, and the alcohol running in his vein was clearly making it harder to keep a straight face.]
All right, I can see how weaker minds can be fooled by that.
[He tilted his head to one side, clearly intrigued despite her dismissal of his blue eyes, even if they were one hell of a set.]
So tell me, what does it for you, then?
[Stephen shook his head lightly:]
Nah-huh, you are not getting me in a corset. It's the one fashion trend I really don't think I can pull off.
[Hearing him laugh coaxed a grin from the private investigator. Strange was so rigid and serious, it was interesting to see him loosen up a bit. Although, she'd wager the alcohol was definitely helping in that regard.
Jessica didn't even have to look up or catch the bartender's attention. Another shot of Jack Daniels was placed in front of her and her hand automatically reached for it, though she didn't knock it back just yet.
Now they were starting to drift into dangerous territory]
Something a bit more exciting, for starters.
[She held his gaze for a moment, that small grin of hers turning a bit wicked and coy. It was easy to flirt with Strange, but it was never really supposed to go beyond that. This felt a bit more like seduction even to her]
Nothing like that. I've got my kinks, but that's definitely not one of them. Let's just say you can cross anything that's slow or gentle off the list too.
[Alcohol definitely helped with him loosening up, but it wasn't the only reason. The company he kept had something to do with it too: there was something about Jessica that made it easier to lower his guards for a moment. Nothing was complicated with her: what you saw was what you get, at least from his point of view. And after months of reading old texts and trying to connect dots that might not be connected, it was nice not to over-analyze everything. That too, helped: the thought of this night being a much needed break from trying to save the world. No matter how hard he tried, tonight was the kind of night where he'd think of himself instead of the whole world.
Stephen tilted his head to one side playfully:]
So, what's more exciting than a sorcerer?
[To make a point, Strange lowered his gaze to the glass in her hand. By now, Jessica might have felt how the size and the weight of it had changed in an instant: instead of holding a single hot glass, she was now holding a whiskey glass with a double shot in it. It was his way to return the favor for the drink earlier.
Stephen hadn't exactly expected for Jessica to take his question seriously, but when he saw her smile turn coy, he knew he might be opening a can of worms. And the problem was, that he didn't see any problems with that. Seduction was a muscle he hadn't stretch in a while, but he found that he still had a good 'muscle' memory from before his accident.
Amused by her answer, he smiled as he drank from the glass of water by his bourbon:]
Somehow, I am not surprised by that.
[He wasn't a fan of slow and gently either, but probably not for the same reasons than Jessica. It was something too close to intimacy to Strange's tastes, and intimacy was synonym of relationship to him, and that he couldn't do. He had never been interested before, much to Christine's chagrin, and now, he simply just couldn't afford one.]
[She glanced down as soon as she felt the weight of the shot glass change, only to find it had morphed into a larger glass and the amount of Jack Daniels had changed. Not trusting her eyes at first, her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. It didn't take long at all for her to glance back up at him. She wasn't proud of it, but her jaw might have dropped. Just a little bit. It was probably just a parlor trick to him, but it was definitely something way different from Danny's glowing fist, which was about as far as she had ventured into the world of spells or 'Mystic arts']
That is without a doubt the sexiest thing a guy has ever done for me.
[Ofcourse she had to bring a bit of humor to the situation, but there was a tiny hint of truth to that statement.
She tipped the glass to her mouth and drained a few mouthfuls before setting it back down on the bar, laughing and shaking her head because out of all the things he could have done to impress her, that was sheer perfection]
Probably a good thing I can't do that. I'd abuse it too much and too often.
[Jessica didn't do intimacy or relationships either. Well, maybe she did, but it didn't come easy for someone with such a complicated and dark past]
Good, for a second there I was afraid you mistook me for the cuddling in bed type.
[Her voice was riddled with sarcasm]
I wouldn't want to intrude too much. That cloak of yours might get jealous.
[He saw her jaw drop, as subtle as it was, and his own smile turned rather smug at that. He didn't exactly show off often enough, and while it was indeed an easy trick for him, he still was rather content with her reaction. And her comment, whether true or not, still managed to make him chuckle slightly:]
Really? Clearly, you need better dates. Or you need to hang around me more often. [He added with his most charming smile, not entirely teasing her there.
It wasn't too hard to figure out that more transmuting more booze into her hand would have been the right way to impress Jessica. There was a thousand other things he could have done, some flashier than others, but given the fact that she'd seen strange things in her life already, or at least he assumed she did, flashy wouldn't have been the way to go.]
I'm sure you'd learn to be responsible with it. Plus, it's not like I can create things out of thin air: I can only transmute matter, it has to come from somewhere.
[He stopped himself there, not wanting to bore Jessica with the detailed workings of transmutation and its dangers. Unless she asked for it.
He then gave her a faked offended look:]
Oh, come on. I'm a better judge of character than that!
And contrary to popular beliefs, it seemed, I don't take it to bed.
[Although, she was drawing a point there. He couldn't even say if the cloak could get jealous or not. The Ancient One did mentioned that it was fickle, but surely not that much?]
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Sorry, never got a chance to refine my palate. The cheap stuff gets you drunk just as fast and the more you have, the less you notice the taste.
[She finished off her second beer, very pleased that Stephen Strange couldn't see her as the harmless type. She wasn't very tall or particularly ripped like some powered individuals, but she liked to think she projected an image that told everyone else around her to back the fuck up and leave her alone]
Yeah, but like, if I talk like this and smile a lot, everyone just assumes I'm just another dumb pretty white girl.
[Said with a very heavy valley girl accent, which was probably the strangest thing to hear coming from the likes of Jessica Jones]
Hate to break it to you, but pretty blue eyes don't do much for me.
[There was some chemistry between them and hell, it had to be lonely being shacked up with a bunch of dusty books]
Gotta match me tit for tat somehow.
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I honestly can't tell if it's that bad because it's been too long period, or because I spent too much time having better whiskey in the past.
[He didn't like to admit it, but he did miss some of the finer things he used to enjoy when he was a famous neurosurgeon.
It was impossible not to laugh at her use of the valley girl accent: it seemed so far remove from who she really was, and the alcohol running in his vein was clearly making it harder to keep a straight face.]
All right, I can see how weaker minds can be fooled by that.
[He tilted his head to one side, clearly intrigued despite her dismissal of his blue eyes, even if they were one hell of a set.]
So tell me, what does it for you, then?
[Stephen shook his head lightly:]
Nah-huh, you are not getting me in a corset. It's the one fashion trend I really don't think I can pull off.
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Jessica didn't even have to look up or catch the bartender's attention. Another shot of Jack Daniels was placed in front of her and her hand automatically reached for it, though she didn't knock it back just yet.
Now they were starting to drift into dangerous territory]
Something a bit more exciting, for starters.
[She held his gaze for a moment, that small grin of hers turning a bit wicked and coy. It was easy to flirt with Strange, but it was never really supposed to go beyond that. This felt a bit more like seduction even to her]
Nothing like that. I've got my kinks, but that's definitely not one of them. Let's just say you can cross anything that's slow or gentle off the list too.
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Stephen tilted his head to one side playfully:]
So, what's more exciting than a sorcerer?
[To make a point, Strange lowered his gaze to the glass in her hand. By now, Jessica might have felt how the size and the weight of it had changed in an instant: instead of holding a single hot glass, she was now holding a whiskey glass with a double shot in it. It was his way to return the favor for the drink earlier.
Stephen hadn't exactly expected for Jessica to take his question seriously, but when he saw her smile turn coy, he knew he might be opening a can of worms. And the problem was, that he didn't see any problems with that. Seduction was a muscle he hadn't stretch in a while, but he found that he still had a good 'muscle' memory from before his accident.
Amused by her answer, he smiled as he drank from the glass of water by his bourbon:]
Somehow, I am not surprised by that.
[He wasn't a fan of slow and gently either, but probably not for the same reasons than Jessica. It was something too close to intimacy to Strange's tastes, and intimacy was synonym of relationship to him, and that he couldn't do. He had never been interested before, much to Christine's chagrin, and now, he simply just couldn't afford one.]
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That is without a doubt the sexiest thing a guy has ever done for me.
[Ofcourse she had to bring a bit of humor to the situation, but there was a tiny hint of truth to that statement.
She tipped the glass to her mouth and drained a few mouthfuls before setting it back down on the bar, laughing and shaking her head because out of all the things he could have done to impress her, that was sheer perfection]
Probably a good thing I can't do that. I'd abuse it too much and too often.
[Jessica didn't do intimacy or relationships either. Well, maybe she did, but it didn't come easy for someone with such a complicated and dark past]
Good, for a second there I was afraid you mistook me for the cuddling in bed type.
[Her voice was riddled with sarcasm]
I wouldn't want to intrude too much. That cloak of yours might get jealous.
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Really? Clearly, you need better dates. Or you need to hang around me more often. [He added with his most charming smile, not entirely teasing her there.
It wasn't too hard to figure out that more transmuting more booze into her hand would have been the right way to impress Jessica. There was a thousand other things he could have done, some flashier than others, but given the fact that she'd seen strange things in her life already, or at least he assumed she did, flashy wouldn't have been the way to go.]
I'm sure you'd learn to be responsible with it. Plus, it's not like I can create things out of thin air: I can only transmute matter, it has to come from somewhere.
[He stopped himself there, not wanting to bore Jessica with the detailed workings of transmutation and its dangers. Unless she asked for it.
He then gave her a faked offended look:]
Oh, come on. I'm a better judge of character than that!
And contrary to popular beliefs, it seemed, I don't take it to bed.
[Although, she was drawing a point there. He couldn't even say if the cloak could get jealous or not. The Ancient One did mentioned that it was fickle, but surely not that much?]