Author's note: This story is set in the middle of season one of Jessica Jones and mostly independent from the actual plot, except for a few future intersections. I hope you guys like it, I'm sorry for any language mistakes I might have made and am very happy for any feedback! This is my first fan fiction so I hope you like it.
AKA Super Irony:
Chapter 1:
I watched the red liquid swish around the glass, leaving just the slightest trail behind, only lasting for a few seconds. I was on my second glass of wine and slowly approaching the point where being tipsy transitioned into being drunk. I should have eaten something, I should have ignored the voice in my head telling me I would look bloated and most importantly I shouldn't have trusted Denise, of all people, to set me up on a blind date.
Downing the last bit of my wine I scanned the restaurant again, the fourth time in five minutes, knowing nothing would have changed. The chair opposite me was still empty and I could practically feel my waiters glaring stare on the back of my head. I checked my watch, again, pulled out my phone, again, still no answer to my texts or calls. I should really take a hint. Being 45 minutes late without a good reason, or any explanation at all, was clearly a sign that Ethan was not interested in me. I should have known.
"Some more wine, Miss?" even I, who usually had no clue, could hear the annoyance in his voice.
"No, thank you. Just the cheque please.", was that a sigh of relief?
"Right away.", he ushered off so fast one would think he didn't want to leave me any time to change my mind again.
I gave my phone one last look before stuffing it into my purse, fishing my wallet out instead. I looked down at my book, still on the same page I had opened it when I sat down. I must have read the same paragraph at leased 10 times, and yet I wouldn't even be able to tell you a single word from it. Just as my eyes settled on the first sentence, beginning to read it for the 11th time, my waiter returned, empty handed. He had a strange expression on his face, confused, as if he'd just woken up and was trying to hold on to his dream.
"You are to join the Gentleman at table 6.", he gestured to a table behind me.
Now I looked confused. Either I was a lot drunker than I'd initially guessed, or I had actually just been told to sit at another table.
"But my cheque…"
"Has been taken care of, Miss. I really must insist you join the Gentleman at table 6.", he looked even more confused, frightened almost, as he lead me to a table in the back. He pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit. I kept standing, looking at the people seated in front of me. Two women grinned at me, they were positioned on either side of a man dressed in an impeccable suit. He, too, smiled at me.
"I don't mean to be rude, but …"
"Then don't be. Sit down. Have a glass of wine."
Of course, how silly of me. How could I've forgotten my manners like that.
"Now tell me dear. Are you from Britain?"
"No."
"Then how come you have a british accent?"
"I was taught British English in school .. And I'm also currently studying English."
"Fascinating! Isn't it fascinating?" he turned to the women beside him. They smiled.
"Ow bugger off!", still only smiling," I mean it, go away! I'm done with you two. Go!" They got up and left.
"More wine?", my eyes fell on the empty glass in my hand.
"That would be lovely, thank you!"
A chuckle, "So well mannered." A smile, "Oh, we are going to have so much fun, aren't we?"
"Yes."
"Fantastic! Now, let's start with your name."
"Kate, Katherine Meier."
"Tell me, Katherine, why is a girl like you dinning alone on a Friday night?"
"I got stood up by a date."
"Now who would stand you up?"
"Ethan Charles."
"Well, his loss is my gain! Another glass of wine?"
"Yes, certainly."
