Canon is Jessica Jones; Setting - A high end hotel bar

[mindmagician]

"I think I might quite like to take a holiday. Go the sea maybe, get a tan. Have you ever been to Italy?" The bartender shook his head. It wouldn't have mattered if the man did; the well spoken Englishmen in the tailored patterned suit of deep purplish-blue wouldn't have wanted to hear it. "Ah," he tsked with a shake of his head. "Shame. I hear they've got great parties. Last til dawn. And the women?"

He sucked in an appreciative breath through his teeth and shook his head once in wonder before taking a shallow drink. "I wonder if I shouldn't just.. take a tour of the country. See some new scenery. Bit too dirty around these parts for me nowdays. No one has the same self respect anymore. Disgusting, don't you think so?"

The bartender was still staring at him, compelled and rooted to the spot. "Yes." The glass in his hands being wiped clean had been clean ten minutes beforehand but Kilgrave wanted the company. He didn't seem to mind the repetitive movements; in all actuality, he found them.. quaint. Like he might be in a movie or something.

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[birch_street]

The message came by way of some UPS driver, "there" to deliver a message instead of the box he was holding for someone else entirely. Figures. And he wanted to meet at a swanky hotel bar just a block outside of Hell's Kitchen. Somewhere that was public because Kilgrave knew how to manipulate her when there was someone there he could control; use as leverage to get what he wanted from her.

Well, he didn't tell the messenger to tell her how to dress, so she wasn't going to doll herself up. Jessica arrives wearing her black leather jacket, faded black tank top jeans and her favorite boots, clunking across the tiled floor until she got to the bar.

She sits two chairs over, eyes on the bartender who's quite visually attached to Kilgrave. Jessica rolls her eyes over to him and gestures back to the man behind the bar.

"Tell him to get me a bottle of bourbon."

[mindmagician]

The slight crowd made him comfortable. It made him cocky. Being alone with Jessica, while their inevitable destinies pointed to that, wasn't safe just now. Not like it used to be. He double takes as she sits down, smiling broadly, charmingly as he turns in his seat to face her.

"Jessica! So glad you could make it. I wasn't sure if you'd get my message."

The glance and nod to the bartender, freeing him to do as she asked, was almost an afterthought and his attention was returned to her as though nothing were the matter.

"I suppose we're lucky I chose a place that didn't have a dress code," he continued, with a glance down at the jeans and boots. "Not that it really matters."

She was there; that was all that mattered. Sitting there, talking to him. Delightful.

[birch_street]

His casualness was sickening. Always had been. The over-played affability made her want to punch him in the face right there and then. That might have been visible in the way she looked at him in return after he opened his mouth.

"You sent a courier to my apartment." she told him pointedly, grabbing the bottle the bartender just delivered to fill the glass that came with it.

She downed it like she was parched for water.

"So, what do you want?"

Jessica poured another.

[mindmagician]

"I did have to make sure you got the message," he comments, glancing at the bartender as he hurries away before Kilgrave has the chance or inclination to say something else to him. Hopefully no one would notice the wet piss from the bladder he couldn't hold hugging the fabric of his pants to his leg.

"What do you think about Bali? I was thinking you and I might.." He took a shallow breath in, like he was gathering the words, "..'get away from it all' for a few weeks."

Kilgrave's smile was sickeningly sweet and totally sincere. This was obviously a good idea, right?