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[walkingshitshow]

What: Jessica and Bruce - two 'heroes' hanging at a bar
Where: Pour Judgement
When: 5/30 - evening
Warnings: Will update as needed.

Hey, I know we don't talk a lot but I have this new business. You should check it out and check in. Jessica Jones

Jessica studied the message once again before finally pressing send and tossing the device on top of the bar where she was sitting. For now, the place was quiet but she wondered what it would be like once she opened it to the public. Just the idea caused a small pang as she couldn't help thinking of Luke briefly, wondering once again what he might have thought about her having and running a bar. Would he find some kind of amusement in it?

She chuckled briefly while sliding off of the stool and moving around to stand behind the bar where the alcohol was. Picking up a bottle of whiskey, she took the top off and gave the fumes a small sniff before pouring a bit into a glass that she placed on the counter in front of her.

By the time Bruce made his way down if he decided to come to the location she had pinned for him, he would find her sitting on one of the stools nursing a drink until she caught sight of him. Sitting a bit straighter, she lifted her chin in greeting while lifting her glass so he could see it. "Want something?"

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[menarebrave]

Surviving was a skill he had learned at a young age. The way he survived may not have been the healthiest or the best. It worked for him and it saved others. That is all that really mattered to him. Improving things so that the next generations could inherit something better.

"It couldn't hurt, but, it's not necessary." Bruce turned back to her. "I'm wondering how we'd gather here without raising too much suspicion."

[walkingshitshow]

Jess wasn't the type to knock someone's ability to survive since she knew sometimes people had to do desperate things to do so. There were people who most certainly wouldn't agree with the things she had done but she hadn't hurt anyone innocent. Mostly just herself and she was the one who had to live with that, not them. No matter what her friends said.

"It's a bar, Bruce," She remarked somewhat dryly, tilting her head as she arched a brow at him. "People gathering here is kind of the idea of the place."

[menarebrave]

He chuckled at her point. "Still, people can notice when more people than normal are arriving. Unless you want to cover it with some sort of event."

Bruce, honestly, simply remained that paranoiid.