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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[katerrifically]

"Oh, I cut myself." Vocally, she found herself being able to say something. It was a warning. There was blood. "Thank you. There was an accident..." She was worried. It was going to soak through that handkerchief and she didn't want to be outed this way as a mutant. Strangely enough, she didn't seem to want to stop him.

Her head turned to give the gentleman her undivided attention. Beware of men who call women things. "Thank you." She began cautiously but with a polite smile.

[mindmagician]

The bartender hadn't moved, outside of his repetitious cleaning of the glass he held.

"Don't be an idiot," Kilgrave snaps at him, "Get me a towel." Silk was never very good for soaking stuff up and he knew it; it was a temporary solution. The bartender snapped into action.

"How did it happen?" The silk was pulled away so he could look at the cut.

[katerrifically]

Kate glanced at the bartender. What was his problem? Her attention was swiftly brought back around to Kilgrave.

"I dropped a glass and it shattered on the table. I tried to clean it up by catching it as it shattered." That was a specific amount of details to give him but she was mostly worried about what Kilgrave would see when he lifted his silk handkerchief. "I'm sure it looks worse than it actually is."

She could feel the telltale signs that her cut was well on its way to healing. It itched. "You're really being too kind for this small little thing."