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[shittier]

Believe me, I learned long ago to hold out for no man.

[ a smirk tugs on one side of her mouth as she watches him consume his drink.

it intrigued her... his ability to maintain a conversation when he looked the way he did--battered, bruised, and full of cuts, scrapes, or scratches--but gave no indication that it even phased him. there was a slight look of pity on her face as she wondered how long this had been considered "normal" to Frank Castle. ]

You wanna talk about it? [ once she realizes her expression she quickly changes it back to her usual scowl, nodding her head in his direction. ] Your face, I mean.

[oorah]

[ he smiles too, at that. he thinks that's the right call, it's not like he'd ever include himself in that category anyway, but even if he did. she's stronger than any man, and not just physically. she shouldn't have to put up with bullshit and from what he's seen? she doesn't. if anyone's the damsel between the two of them...

and that pitying look seals it. he chews on his lip, leaning his back against the bar again to give her (and himself) some space. frank drinks, he looks around, finishes his beer before long then gestures for another. slaps another five down, no he doesn't want to start a tab. keeps going. frank castle always keeps going. ]

Nothin' to talk about, Jess.

[shittier]

If you want to find away to avoid talking about your problems, I suggest finding another excuse. Especially when you look like that.

[ a point in his direction before she takes another drink. she won't push it, though, because she gets it. they didn't come here to talk out their feelings or try to help each other out, emotionally. there's no helping these two. ]

Why'd you come here, anyway?

[oorah]

[ he snorts which breaks into a tight laugh before he quashes it with a long sip. ] Fair point. That's fair. [ but he just shrugs - she already knows what happened, doesn't she? she's the best goddamn pi in this corner of the city, or so he's been told. ] Put down a shitbag needed putting down, same as you. And this one was personal. [ billy is his kilgrave. billy is the man who destroyed him, broke him down to the sum of his parts. and then betrayed him all over again because frank still trusted him - had no goddamn clue. he pushes out a breath and shakes his head. now that it's done? he feels close to nothing. good enough anyway. but then: ] I came here because you told me to come here. [ ask a stupid question... ]

[shittier]

Aren't they all.

[ she knows how these things work, and she can tell from the bruising that it must not've been a simple one. either way, she decides it's best to move on. ]

So it's that easy, then. I ask and you oblige, no questions asked? [ she's definitely giving him a look of peaked interest, a confident grin on her lips. give a smart ass answer... ]

[oorah]

No.

[ they're not, not to him. that's why he made such a point of separating them earlier. the people he does in, they don't mean a damn thing to him. they're mud under his boot. billy... billy went down hard. it isn't easy to kill a brother, no matter what he's done to you. the rest, however, gets an easy smile. something that looks jagged and unsettling with the map of black, brown and purple on his face. ]

Within reason. [ he takes a swig, expecting her to counter that with something else just as sly, honestly. ]

kisses your booboos away frank

[shittier]

[ most people who leave you looking the way he looks, though? usually personal. but she chooses not to say anything because... he's right, in an overall sense. and that was the line in the sand between them. ]

Oh yeah? Doesn't seem like you're the type of guy who operates within reason, Pete.

[ she's openly smirking at him now as she brings her drink up to her lips. fucking with him may have just become one of her new favorite past times. ]

don't encourage him!!!

[oorah]

[ he hums like he needs to think about that, though he doesn't really. ]

Maybe my reason's just different than yours.

[ or anybody else's really. he might be (just a bit of) a loose cannon, but he still has rules. ]

jessica doesn't encourage she pushes boundaries so start walking, bud

[shittier]

Well, yeah. Everyone has their own reasons for everything.

[ and her eyes narrow briefly as she stares at him. ]

But you see, I'm usually pretty good at pinning down someones motives. Comes with the job, and all. I tossed out an invitation to you fully expecting you to decline, but here you are. I'm leaning towards boredom or curiosity, but I also think there's a part of you that's also not really sure why you came.

[ sorry, she's analyzing, but... you know, comes with the job, like she just said. ]

Who knows? Maybe you'll surprise me.

w o w

[oorah]

[ that wasn't what he meant, but he easily drops it. maybe he is bored, definitely curious... and okay, so maybe she's good at what she does. she isn't the only one who can analyze. frank wrinkles his nose. ]

That's rude, you know. Invitin' a guy out only 'cause you think he won't take you up on it.

[ she's right, though. he hadn't been sure he was going to show up himself until he did. ]

I'm not that surprising a guy. Pretty straight-forward, actually.

i'm not seeing the problem sry xoxo

[shittier]

You think I'd ask someone to come join me just to see if they'd make an appearance? Sounds pretty childish, if you ask me.

[ not that she's above being childish sometimes, but definitely not when it comes to situations like these. ]

Besides, that's not how I operate. I never say anything I don't mean, and I definitely don't ask people to come see if I don't have a reason to see them.

[ she'll just... let that one sit, and see what kind of response it draws out of him, if any. let's see how straight forward you really are, frank. ]

monster

[oorah]

[ well, there it is. he takes a swig of beer then holds the bottle between his legs with both hands, eyes once again scanning the dive as he sighs. ]

Okay, what's your reason then? Don't tell me you're passing on that hit.

excuse u didn't we just have that convo

[shittier]

[ wow, attempting to flirt with him was incredibly frustrating. much like everything else he did, there was no emotion--no indication he was for or against what she was saying.

and she does it a lot, but the last thing she wanted to do right now was make an ass of herself, so she just stares at him for a minute, unsure of where to go. she'd never outwardly show or express that, though. ]

Maybe I just wanted some company. [ she takes another drink. ]

[oorah]

[ ...oh. god, he's stupid. he feels that familiar sinking feeling in his guts as he looks down at his beer and tries not to look miserable. even he's aware he probably fails. he tries for a joke, glancing up at her though his gaze is too sharp and maybe a little tellingly wet. ]

Yeah, when's he getting here? [ her company. ha-ha. ]

[shittier]

I've been asking myself the same thing.

[ her gaze is forward facing again. an empty drink usually does that. she thinks about whether or not she should keep drinking, or if she wants to here. it seems pretty safe all things considering for the both of them, but. she doesn't know. ]

And what about you? You find what you're looking for here? [ it's asked as a direct question this time, no innuendo or hidden agenda behind it. not like it mattered. not like he really caught her drift in the first place. ]

[oorah]

[ he snorts at that, conceding that that, too, is fair. but then she asks him what he's looking for and he's confused again. she really doesn't get just how simple a creature frank castle is yet, but she will. ]

Yeah, I think I found some company.

[shittier]

[ she laughs out her nose, but it sounds more like a scoff at his response. both things are equally acceptable with how she feels towards it. either way, from a man with little words she'll take it. ]

I can only assume with you sticking around that makes me somewhat enjoyable company. And my response to that would be you need better taste.

[oorah]

[ frank takes a long drink like he's savoring it, gaze catching along her profile like he's savoring that too. ]

Right back atcha, Jones.

[shittier]

To be fair, that was never really up for debate.

[ her fingers motion for the bartender, inspired by his own throw back of his bottle. ]

But here we both are.

[oorah]

Yep. [ he turns a little to watch her order and get her drink, then his eyes are on her face again. ] You still haven't told me why you called me here.

[ company, she says. but look at him. hell, look at her. even he's not that stupid. ]

[shittier]

[ he gets an eye roll because jesus christ, he's really gonna make her say it, huh? ]

Sex. Clearly.

[oorah]

[ that was obviously not clear to him at all if the way he blinks owlishly is any indication. ]

With me? [ probably a stupid question, but he's serious because huh? ]

[shittier]

[ this bitch... ]

No, asshole, the dude in the corner who's so drunk he's probably sitting in a pile of his own piss and vomit. Yes, you.

[ she turns, surprised to see her glass filled to the brim. at least someone was looking out for her. ]

Jesus... [ it's the only thing she whispers to herself before throwing her head back and taking a generous shot. thank god for alcohol. she wasn't drunk enough for this kind of sloppiness. ]

[oorah]

[ he glances at the man in question and thinks his face looks better than his right now but - whose doesn't, right? frank turns back to her, still confused, but maybe looking at her differently this time around. ]

I assumed you had something to ask me. About a case, or... I dunno, it's a small town.

[ hell's kitchen that is. jessica jones doesn't seem the gossiping type, but frank castle sure as fuck is. her reaction to the state of him makes more sense now, he probably couldn't even hold his intestines inside long enough to fuck her at this rate. give him a few weeks, he's terrifyingly resilient. ]

Sorry to waste your time. [ he takes a sip - what? he's at least going to finish his drink. ]

[shittier]

No, [ her head shakes once at an angle, sounding a little irritated at i all. ] I should have said something, I guess. [ asked for a picture? fuck, who knows. what a mess. ] I don't know.

[ she definitely feels a little dumb right now, and normally things like these don't bother her, but... man, when the hell did she start caring about what frank castle thought of her? ] If I'm being honest, I'm not used to these things not working out in my favor.

[ it probably came off overconfident, but that's the nice thing about jessica. it is what it is with her. ]