<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jessica Jones<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's - Harlem, NY<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Misty Knight, Luke Cage<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Jessica hadn't figured out who it was that would supposedly be of help until they were about a block away from the bar. Or had she just been fooling herself into pretending she didn't know what Misty was up to? The alcohol wasn't exactly making it easier to think, either. Hell, even walking somewhat straight was already a challenge by that point, which would have still been fine if they were just going to be roughing up some gangster punk for info. That would have been the easiest thing in the world, but now Jess realized she was going to be thrown into something else entirely; the one thing she'd been most conflicted about.<br/><br/>She wanted to argue against going inside. If she just told Misty<em>everything</em>, then surely she'd understand and back off, right? Great plan, except for the fact that Jessica's throat went dry just at the thought of it, a sudden burning sensation creeping up her neck and face, leaving them flushed. Misty was basically half of Jessica's friends, someone that she actually respected and liked at the same time...she was too ashamed to tell her.<br/><br/>Trudging into Luke's behind Misty, Jess tossed her empty whiskey bottle in the trash and wondered just how the hell she'd allowed herself to get into this situation.<em>Because you're a drunk, selfish asshole.</em>Somehow, the brutal honestly of her own conscience managed to surprise her as she made her way to the bar and took a seat. It was Roy behind the bar.<em>Just</em>Roy as far as she could see. Maybe she'd actually gotten lucky. Still, Jess shot her friend a murderous glare when Misty inquired about Luke, all while being loud and drawing as much attention as she could. As if she hadn't done enough of that already just by strutting into the place wearing those heels.<br/><br/>Instinctively, she turned to glance in the direction that Roy was pointing before being able to stop herself. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment while she stared wide-eyed like an idiot. How could she miss him even more now that they were just across the room from one another than she had the past few weeks? Swallowing hard, Jessica forcefully tore her eyes away from Luke, planting her elbow on the bar and pinching the bridge of her nose almost hard enough to shatter it.<br/><br/>"Make it two," she echoed Misty's order, probably to the surprise of everyone, including herself, since catching Jessica Jones turning down an opportunity for hard liquor was like spotting a unicorn. She figured that she was enough of a goddamn mess already without getting even more drunk. There were so many jumbled questions racing through her hazy mind, but very few answers. Or rather, none of the answers were comforting or satisfying.<br/><br/>"Can you just..." Jess glanced sideways at misty, "Just ask what you're gonna ask for your dealer problem so we can get out of here. Please?"<br/><br/><em>I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't.</em><br/><br/>