<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>Luke Cage<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>"What? I don't have time for that either!" Jessica blurted out a little too defensively. It was most definitely still a very touchy subject, and her fuck up of monumental proportions with Luke was easily the thing she'd ever done of her own free will that she was most ashamed of, so she wasn't trying to advertise it. "At least you have your robot fingers that never get tired. Jealousss!" Her best attempt at deflection.<br/><br/>She just shrugged her shoulders again at Misty's remark about how gloomy she looked and kept quiet while listening to her friend's frustration with the drug runners down in Harlem. Jessica could certainly relate. The scenario may not have been exactly the same, but her foray into heroism had been met with a whole lot of ingratitude from people most of the time. It really sucked going out there every night, putting your neck on the line, taking the beatings, and for what? To be rewarded with a healthy dose of mistrust and suspicion?<em>Yeah, I'll take cash and booze over that any day, thanks.</em><br/><br/>But Misty wasn't exactly like her. She was a better person than her, in truth, not that it was saying a whole lot. Even now after having left the police force and opened up her own private investigation agency, there she was struggling with a 'personal case' just to make her neighborhood safer for a minute until the next gang or cartel showed up to replace the old one. And they always did, like roaches that just refused to die, only these roaches mutated and came back stronger and more ruthless each time.<br/><br/>"Look, relax for a second and stop beating yourself up over it. It's not your fault that people are cowards and assholes. Trust me, I know." Getting annoyed at not being able to regain her comfortable position from earlier, Jessica kicked her feet off the desk again and allowed her chair to fall back into its natural position. "You just gotta find the right asshole, apply a bit of pressure in the right place, they'll break easy. Have you been putting that bone crushing arm to good use? I mean, other than..." Jess trailed off, wiggling a couple of fingers towards Misty.<br/><br/>"And nope, not just cheaters on my end. I've got fraud, theft, industrial sabotage, missing people, at least one haunting, some clown who wants me to find an elephant that he made friends with in a circus ten years ago - yeah, like literally a clown." Jess closed her eyes and shook her head while making a face. "We like to dabble in a little bit of everything here at Alias," she finished, sounding a little bit exasperated and overwhelmed as she lifted her mug up for a toast before taking another long sip.<br/><br/>"Oh hey, what are those drug runners that you're after called anyways?"<br/><br/><em>Wait, fuck, did I just like, volunteer myself? Ughhhh...</em>