TWNN: Maroon and Peach Vodka

July 28, 2015:

Steve tracks down Jess at, where else, a liquor store.

Rocco's Liquor

A clean liquor store in a dirty part of town.

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Fade In…

Even this late a night, Rocco's Liquors is bright eyed, bushy tailed, and all the rest. There are people milling about and the halogen lights are bright bright bright. Despite the area of town, this particular establishment seems rather clean. The bottles, and there are many, are stacked neatly in vertical rows that slice up the store.

Pulling a glass-paned door open, Jessica Drew steps into the liquor store. The heroine is dressed casually, wearing jeans, boots, and a black top with a leather jacket over it. Green eyes flick across the interior and then the tall woman is off in search of vodka. Despite the fact that she's basically completely immune to the toxins in alcohol that lead to someone becoming 'intoxicated', Jess still loves her liquor. It's cathartic.

As Jess sets up shop in front of the different flavors and brands of the Russian alcohol a man in a dark grey jacket with a New York Yankees baseball cap pulled down low begins speaking to her. He has a large frame that might intimidate others, but certainly not the Spider-Woman.

"You more of a Smirnov sort of gal? I've heard Grey Goose is good, but I've never had it. I'm not much of a drinker."

When and if she turns to face him, Steve Rogers will give her a lopsided grin. "How are you, Agent Drew?"

Mulling over the almost ridiculous variety of flavors that vodka comes in, Jessica reaches towards a bottle. As the man starts to talk, the dark-haired woman pauses with her fingers curled around the neck of a peach-flavored Smirnoff. "Yep," she answers easily while turning her head to glance at the chatting figure.

"Grey Goose, I mostly just avoid because I got tired of hearing it mentioned in hip-hop songs," Jess adds with a curve of her lips as she notes who the fellow is. "I'm doing well enough. My corner of the world's been fairly quiet. Waiting to see if our employer gets tangled up in the recent..political issues." A dark brow arches with that comment before she continues in her faint British accent, "And yourself? You got a little tied up in that business, as I heard. Or cut loose, rather. What haven't I heard?"

"Come on, Jess," Steve says almost under his breath. "You make it sound like I got fired. But that's sort of the reason I'm here. I wanted to discuss things with you. Figured this was as good a place as any to touch base."

Steve looks over his shoulder, apparently paranoid of who might be watching or listening, even here late at night.

"All this drama has pushed me underground. I'm looking for some people I can rely on, people who are interested in helping out so we can keep on doing what we're doing without all of the television crews and public relations that this work has turned into."

"Also. I don't listen to hip-hop."

"Steve, this being a good place to touch base makes it ''look'' like you got fired," Jessica murmurs back before letting a laugh escape as she pulls her bottle off the shelf. At Cap's paranoid look, the spider-themed heroine casts an idle glance around herself. As he starts speaking again, Jess bobs her head in a nod.

"Can't really say I blame them, but all this openness and the 24/7 news really does make life as one of the good guys absolutely hell," the black-haired woman remarks, cradling her vodke in the crook of an arm while she cocks her hips to the side, leaning her weight on one foot. "Not saying that sometimes things can't be handled a little more cleanly, but..can't do this job without your hands getting dirty sometimes." One shoulder rolls in a shrug before she chuckles quietly at the music comment, "I can't say that I expected you to. And I don't either, specifically, but I do listen to some of the modern radio and it slips in amongst the Katy Perry and Maroon 5 sometimes."

There's a vacant look in Steve's eyes as she begins to mention Katy Perry and Maroon 5. He clearly has no idea what she's talking about. He's lucky to have heard who Michael Jackson is. Or unlucky, or whatever.

Steve holds his arms over his chest as he nods in agreement with the young woman. Perhaps it was his own actions, or lack of action, that ended with his life becoming miserable, but the news and the heat from the government has definitely become a burden. Not to mention his personal life, which is in disarray.

"How interested are you in doing something extra-curricular?" he asks.

Noting the vacant look after her comments, Jess rolls her eyes in amusement, "Steve, sometimes I think you really need to work less. And spend more time living. This whole hero business puts us out of touch as it is, having missed half a century of time doesn't help."

At the question, the woman mmm's quietly and then dips her head in a nod, "Certainly. Especially if you of all people are here to invite me." Tapping fingers against the bottle, Jess pauses a moment and then asks, "Do you know anything about how this is going to play out? If this..thing passes and you-know-who starts trying to help enforce it, I'm going to be in the market for a new job anyways, I think."

"Everytime I go out and do that, things always end up harder than they were in the first place," Steve says idly, clearly speaking to something outside the conversation and something he doesn't seem willing to elaborate on.

"I wish I knew, but I don't have a read. The bill is still in committee, but it looks like it has some good support. It's never been this close, of course. But I'm not sure the President won't veto it. I'm holding on by the seat of my pants like everyone else."

Jessica eyes Captain America for a moment after that first comment, but moves on to the more pertinent discussion easily enough. "Fair enough, was just thinking you might know a bit more than some of us. Guess there's nothing to do but wait and see."

Giving her head a shake, Jess smiles, "So, this extra-curricular business. You expecting that to start soon? Either way, I'm up for it. And I'm not terribly hard to get in touch with."

"I don't think it'll be too much longer. I have some more people to talk to this week. Everything is on the quiet, though. We don't talk about it at work. We don't talk about it at all. My hope is that I can bring all of us together at one point before we put out some feelers to my contacts; see what good we can do." Steve speaks to her, but his eyes are scanning the aisles.

Nodding as she listens, Jess smiles, "Fair enough, I know how these things work. My lips are sealed, and as always, I look forward to working with you, Steve." Smile turning to a grin briefly, she adds, "You should invite Carol, if you think she'd mesh with what you've got in mind."

"I'll put her on the list," Steve says with a noncommittal nod. "If you think of anyone else that you trust, let me know." Pause. "I'm looking forward to working with you too, Jess." His blue eyes look out over the aisles, once more. "I'm going to leave you to your peach vodka." Another pause. "I'll check out this Maroon 5."

"Will do," Jessica agrees before lifting her free hand to wiggle her fingers in a little wave. "Alright, I'll be seeing you. You do that, and let me know what you think of them," a quiet laugh follows that statement and then the dark-haired woman is on her way down the aisle in search of more alcohol.

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