<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/><em>Shit, shit, shit!</em>The word kept repeating in Jess' head as she spied Luke from the corner of her eye, heading back behind the bar with that slight hint of swagger. Pulling her hand away from her face, she straightened herself out a bit in her seat as a result of the tension suddenly spreading all throughout her body. Half-expecting that he would tell her to get the hell out - despite Misty's seemingly endless optimism - Jessica was already prepared to take off with her tail between her legs by the time that Luke leaned in towards her.<br/><br/>"Evenin', ladies. This is a surprise. A pleasant one though."<br/><br/>"It is?" The blank, stupid look on her face and her raised eyebrows made her own surprise blatantly obvious. She would have been suspicious that somebody was making him say that, had she not felt Killgrave's neck snap between her own fingers. Slowly, Jess reached out to grab the cold mug that Luke had brought her, dragging it closer towards her side of the bar. "I mean...hi. Place looks good as new," she reiterated Misty's words, not having the slightest clue as to what the appropriate thing to say was in this scenario.<em>Yeah, compliment him on the bar that your psychopath stalker made him blow up, you know, the one he built with his wife that you killed before trying to cover it up. Fantastic.</em><br/><br/>Funny how she was good at solving everyone's problems, yet so pathetic at dealing with her own. Thankfully, Misty came to her rescue by asking about MS13 before she could make any more brilliant comments. It may have looked like Jessica was paying close attention to Luke's answer, but the truth was that she was barely listening. She was just watching him, wondering what he was thinking, agonizing over it since he looked so neutral and casual that she wasn't getting anything at all. Like nothing had ever happened.<br/><br/><em>Why isn't he as miserable as me?</em>The whole reason Jess had stayed away in the first place was because she knew that she'd just keep hurting him one way or another - yeah, she was probably the only person awful enough to hurt a literally invulnerable man - and Luke was such a great guy who deserved infinitely better...so why was part of her disappointed not to find him a depressive mess?<em>Jesus Christ, am I really that fucked up!?</em>Not a question that she necessarily wanted answered.<br/><br/>Bringing the mug up to her lips, Jessica made herself tune back in to the conversation between Luke and Misty, if only to give her mind something else to focus on for a few minutes.