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Liam "Cooke" Reed ([personal profile] c00ke) wrote2016-01-04 10:00 pm

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This is an open RP post
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[personal profile] mylasereyes 2016-01-06 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
It was unfortunate that when Cooke found himself at Jessica's door Jessica happened to be nursing a hangover in her bedroom. It was a hazard of extreme whiskey consumption that she was willing to deal with on a regular basis - A grin and bear it scenario without the grinning part. A groan escaped her lips as her gaze found its way to her cell phone. It wasn't as early as she expected it to be, so she decided not to ignore the person tapping at her door. Jessica got to her feet, smoothing her hair as she walked to her newly repaired front door, and opened it.

"Can I help you?" It was as polite as she could manage even if it didn't come out in the friendliest of tones. Her voice was rough as if she'd only just woken up even though she'd been laying awake in bed for hours at this time. Her expression probably could have scared off a fainthearted Jehovah's Witness, too. (In fact, it could. She had previous experiences to prove it.) Jessica rubbed at her eyes for a moment before really looking at the man. She didn't get an immediate read off of him. Usually when one half of an unhappy marriage showed up at her door, Jessica could tell right away. Long before they told her that they suspected their partner of cheating, as a matter of fact. Her best guess was that this guy was lost and wasn't a prospective client at all, but then why was he at her door? Was the business title on the glass that inviting?
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[personal profile] mylasereyes 2016-01-07 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
That nervous energy was a good tipoff to the identity of the man standing at her doorway. Maybe it didn’t tell her what he was like ethically or morally, but Jessica would wager that there was an illegal substance coursing through the guy’s system giving him that extra boost that made him so annoyingly bouncy. Jessica had dealt with addicts before. She had no problem with addicts. Their addictions didn’t necessarily make them bad people. Case in point, her friend Malcolm.

Her eyebrows raised slightly at the comment regarding her height, but she said nothing. It was nerves. People said a lot of shit when they were nervous and this guy wasn’t giving off a particularly asshole-ish vibe, so she let it go. What she got from what he said was that he needed help. The person who’d brought him to the city, his friend, had somehow gone missing and left him alone and without money. He had no money. On good days, Jessica liked to think that she might have been a good person, but the fact that he couldn’t be a paying customer gave her pause. She froze in that doorway, just looking him over for a second. Eventually, though, that part of her that gave a damn won out. Jessica rolled her eyes and stepped aside, holding her hand out as if she was presenting her apartment to him.

“Come inside. We can talk specifics in my office. What’s your name, anyway?”