<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/>Just as Jessica had convinced herself that he'd completely deleted any sort of feelings towards her, she thought that she might have noticed something going on behind Luke's eyes. Was there really, though, or was she just seeing what she wanted to see? With the strong buzz still coursing through her body, her talents for perception and deduction weren't exactly at their sharpest. It also made her realize that she had absolutely no idea what she wanted. Two seconds ago, it pained her that Luke seemed fine, yet now that she suspected he wasn't, it only made her heart ache that much worse.<br/><br/>It wasn't easy dealing with all of that while trying to follow the conversation at the same time, especially with Luke firing off information like he'd majored in South American drug cartels. "Fuck me, Wikipedia has nothing on you," Jess commented with a hint of wonderment. The poor choice of words only hit her about half a second too late. Well, nobody had ever accused her of being overly eloquent, that had always been her sister's thing. No point overlapping skills, right? Tilting her gaze back down to her drink, Jess tried her best to suppress the blush creeping up her neck...which didn't work at all thanks to the heated flashbacks of being bent over the counter after closing time, almost in that exact spot. Technically, it was the pre-explosion bar,  but close enough.<br/><br/>Of all things, it was the mention of cold milk that suddenly snapped Jess out of her little fantasy, making her choke on her own saliva a bit as she snickered to herself. For whatever reason, the scenario of Luke standing there behind the bar and offering someone a glass of cold milk was just the most hilarious thing imaginable to her right at that moment. Tapping a fist against her chest a couple of times to get over the laughing/coughing fit, she glanced over her shoulder to see who the dork walking in was.<br/><br/><em>Oh, hell no!</em><br/><br/>"If you're here to hassle me about your case," Jessica warned Shang-Chi, already expecting the worst as usual. "<strong>Don't.</strong>" She wasn't in the mood to deal with an impatient, entitled client. Not that she ever<em>was</em>in that mood, but she was especially not feeling it at the moment.<br/><br/>And then her sister strutted into the place like a vision in blue right after Shang, giving Jessica the impression that she was just being blindsided left and right every two seconds.<em>The fuck is going on here tonight, are the drinks free or something?! Did they organize an intervention? Please, god, no.</em><br/><br/>"I think you might be a teensy bit overdressed," she stated the obvious to Patsy as her sister took a seat, sandwiching Jess between her and Misty. It was actually meant to be a compliment, by Jessica's standards. "G.I. Jane over here was just trying to make us declare war on a drug cartel. Thoughts?" Maybe Patsy would talk some sense into her. Roughing up a few street thugs and shutting down a local dealer was one thing, but this seemed a little bit excessive.