<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, Luke, Shang-Chi, Patsy<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><em>Well, that's a first,</em>Jessica thought to herself when Shang-Chi completely dismissed her fear that he'd tracked her down to pressure her about his case. She'd been approached by clients during her personal time on several occasions, and it had always been to hassle her or complain, because clearly their case had to be her top priority. Nobody ever considered how that couldn't possibly work if everyone believed themselves so entitled. If they got too pushy, it typically didn't end too well for them. The local door and window store probably loved her by now, too bad they didn't have those customer loyalty punch cards for a free door after every ten or something.<br/><br/>"Cool. Cheers." She raised her mug up slightly towards Shang before taking a gulp, feeling quite satisfied and even pleasantly surprised with his response. Apparently everyone else in the little group which had gathered by the bar already knew him, which made Jess feel a bit out of the loop, but then again she'd made the conscious decision to stay away from the whole heroics business.<br/><br/>Once Shang got into the explanation about what had brought him to Luke's that night, she had to try stifling another sarcastic laugh as best she could. Seriously, had they noticed anything strange? Did he realize who he was asking? Jess sneaked a quick glance at Misty as if to say 'get a load of this idiot', but she refrained from commenting out loud. The man was, after all, a client - and a well paying one at that - so she made an effort to tone the bitchiness down a few notches.<br/><br/>It didn't sound like Patsy or Misty were buying into the whole premonition nonsense too much, though they were being very polite about it. At least they were only wanting-to-go-to-war-with-a-major-drug-cartel-crazy, not believing-in-the-bogeyman-crazy. On second thought, she'd rather have had it the other way around.<em>Oh well.</em><br/><br/>Luke, on the other hand, was definitely drinking the Kool-Aid. None of the supposedly strange circumstances that he mentioned seemed that strange to her, even if they'd all happened within a relatively small time frame, but then again her normal was everyone else's strange, so maybe she was desensitized. Besides, arguing with Luke was pretty far down on Jessica's list of priorities at that point. With the amount of guilt still eating away at her soul, he could have said that the sky was neon green and she probably would have agreed.<br/><br/>And then for an instant, she forgot about all of that as her lips twitched upwards into a slight smile. He always got her with those politically incorrect jokes. Brushing the long black hair on the right side of her head behind her ear, Jess let her gaze dip down again, almost looking bashful for a second there before downing the last of her beer and sliding off of the stool she'd been sitting on. Digging a slightly crumpled twenty dollar bill from the back pocket of her jeans, she left it on the bar and slipped away towards the pool table before Luke could object.<br/><br/>The dynamic between her and Misty had always included a bit of competition, plus Jess was currently down a few hundred to her friend in pool, so she was quite eager to accept the open challenge in the hopes of winning some of it back. The rest of the cash that she was carrying on her totaled one hundred bucks, which she slammed on the edge of the pool table in front of Misty. "Break," she said succinctly with a little nod of her chin in her friend's direction as she removed her jacket and tossed it over the back of the nearest unoccupied chair.