<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>Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Misty Knight, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Hearing the old, rickety elevator ding at the end of the hall, Jessica slowly opened her eyes with a sigh, hoping that there wasn't another prospective client about to barge into her office - or even worse, an unhappy client. Not that she didn't appreciate the increase in business or anything, but she already had more cases than she could reasonably handle, and she really wasn't in the mood. Squinting, she attempted to make out the silhouette through the frosted glass of the door, which turned out to be rather easy once the person on the other side took a few steps forward. The gigantic mane of hair was pretty unmistakable.<br/><br/>Jess didn't have many friends. She'd never been the super social and popular girl, not even as a kid, but her job had caused her to distance herself from people even further. It tended to make her see the worst in people - whether that was a pro or con in and of itself could be debated - so she preferred to stay away. She could count her friends on one hand and still have fingers to spare. However, Misty Knight was unlucky enough to find herself on that highly exclusive list, also known as the list of people perpetually in danger, since danger seemed to follow Jessica like an unrelenting storm cloud. At least Misty was a badass who could handle herself and then some, Jess had seen that first hand on multiple occasions, so she didn't need to worry. Much.<br/><br/>"Oh sure, just let yourself in whenever," she said wryly, making some sort of dismissive gesture with her hand, though the way that the corners of her lips curved ever so slightly upwards proved that she didn't actually mind. At the comment about her renovated decor, Jess simply gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Malcolm's idea, gotta keep it classy for the clients, you know. I thought the bullet holes were rather quaint."<br/><br/>Lazily, as if it were the biggest effort in the world, she slid her feet off the desk one by one, letting them land with two separate thuds against the wooden floorboards. It looked like she was about to stand, but then she slumped further down into the chair instead, slowly inhaling and exhaling once before finally pushing herself up to her feet. After disappearing into the kitchen for a minute, Jessica returned with a clean glass which she placed on her desk right next to the scattered pictures of Mrs. Schoolteacher moonlighting as a hooker, pouring a very generous amount of Jack's for her friend.<br/><br/>"You've got some catching up to do," she hinted towards her earlier drinking, not that it would have been hard for anyone who knew her at all to guess that one without any clues. "So," Jess started, settling herself back into her chair, trying and failing to find the same comfortable position as before, "What brings a nice young girl like you to a place like this? New boyfriend you want me to run background on?"