Text -|- un: nunya

[assholic]

Looking for work.

Previous Experience: phone operator, temporary office assistant, fast food worker, college bartender, sandwich board holder, private investigator, professional asshole.

Skills: owns own camera, capable of tolerating other assholes, not too up my own ass to do dirty work.

Special Skills: Specifics given upon request if I damn well feel like it.

Contact with offers. Anything related to strip clubs will result in learning how quickly I can track you down and hurt you with my special skills.

Comments

[assholic]

Maybe we should start our own club.

[catfident]

Do we get our own treehouse? Or are you the kind of person who only lets boys join?

[ Is this person she's talking to a guy or a girl, who knows. ]

[assholic]

Why would I do that? Solo treehouses for all.

[catfident]

Hey, some people are fussy about their treehouses.

Is that what you're looking for, a solo treehouse?

[assholic]

I'm told I don't work well with others. Things happen to get broken around me. Solo's generally better.

[And yet she had a goddamn perfect angel as a roommate. It was very confusing.]

[catfident]

Sometimes you've gotta break some stuff to make progress.

[ Buildings, bones...you know. ]

Do you agree with what they say?

[assholic]

Yadda yadda eggs and omelets.

I'm not arguing it. The less I have to be around idiots, the happier I am.

[catfident]

And most people are idiots, got it.

Think that'll make finding a job hard though, if you don't want to be around idiots.

[assholic]

We'll just call that the story of my life.

Don't suppose you've got any suggestions.

[catfident]

You could be one of those wise old sages that live on mountains and gives out questionable advice before shouting at people to leave them alone.

Other than that, not really. I had my future picked out for me as soon as I was born.

[ For better or for worse. ]

[assholic]

Neither old nor wise and I'm not looking to stay here long enough to make that a reality.

Sucks to be you.

[catfident]

I think we're all stuck here until our friends above tell us otherwise.

Unless you've got some great back-up plan you haven't shared with the rest of us.

[assholic]

Yeah, we'll see about that.

[Plan? Jessica Jones didn't need no stinking plan.]

[catfident]

[ That's some confidence right there. ]

If you're planning on leaving, why bother finding work?

[assholic]

Planning to doesn't mean doing it right this second. Girl's still gotta eat. And drink.

[catfident]

Drink's pretty important. Found any good places?

[assholic]

At one right now. It's not bad.

[catfident]

Is it because it's empty?

[assholic]

[She lifted her head up and looked around, finishing her beer and signaling for another.]

Almost. Not quite. I like slow bars, but drinking alone in a completely empty bar is a bit too pathetic, even for me.

[catfident]

Need company?

[ She's got nothing better to do, though she'll back off if she's not wanted. ]

[assholic]

[She rarely wanted company, but she was also being reminded of why she'd made this post in the first place. She needed connections. She needed to find the roots of this place.]

Wouldn't say I need it, but there's plenty of seats if you're up for a drink.

[catfident]

There's always a reason for a drink.

[ To drown one's sorrows in, to celebrate, or just to knock one back and relax. She's drank to all three and now's no different. ]

I'm guessing you'll be the one alone at the bar?

[ Just for reference. ]

[assholic]

Booth. The guy at the bar looks ready to go into a coma soon.

[catfident]

Fish anything out of his pockets?

[ Not that she should, but if the guy's gonna drink himself into a stupor, might as well see what interesting things are in his pocket.

The bar itself isn't too hard to find, and it's easy to slip inside and peer around. Only a few of the booths are filled, most with more than a single person, but she thinks she's got an eye on her mysterious friend.

Just in case, she sidles up to the booth but doesn't sit down. ]

Don't need a job application to sit here, do I?

[assholic]

Wouldn't want to catch anything.

[She'd take beer if she needed it. She tried not to become a full-scale thief.

But a woman came up to the booth, seeming to glance over at her before she spoke. The question had Jessica leaning back in her seat, looking up and then giving a half-shrug.]

Application, no, but a heavy tolerance for my inability to give a shit, sure.