<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 tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Misty, Luke, Shang, Patsy, Abigail<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Ironically, Jessica had sobered up a decent bit since entering Luke's bad, so her generally very discerning environmental awareness was beginning to come back to her. The place wasn't jam packed or anything, but there were a decent amount of customers scattered around the place at the various tables and booths. Mostly just what you'd expect to see, a bunch of sad people attempting to drown their pain and problems in alcohol. The scene was actually kind of gloomy in a way, when she took the time to linger on it.<em>I don't come off that depressed when I drink, right?...Nah, no way...</em><br/><br/>Anyways, the only person who really stood out from the expected crowd was the little blondie sitting by herself, sipping on some fruity looking drink that Jess wouldn't be able to name. Why would anyone want to add juice or whatever else to their drinks? Just to pay twice as much and take twice as long to get where they were trying to go? Her best guess was that some people just liked the scenic route, but it was still perplexing. As a force of habit, Jess disguised her glances in the girl's direction, only to suspect that Blondie was trying to do the same thing, not that it necessarily meant anything. Teenagers were awkward and stuff.<br/><br/>On a different night, and definitely in a different place, Jessica might even have been tempted to try her luck. When she caught the brief look that the girl sent in Luke's direction, however - or at least was pretty sure she caught it - she felt a whole set of entirely different emotions surge though her in that instant. The corners of her eyes narrowed slightly, and for a brief moment she considered doing something stupid, but instead she forced herself to turn her attention back to the game of pool that was shaping up into a two against two now that Shang and Patsy had chosen to join the fray. Jess was okay with that. She and Patsy had always been the dream team, and Shang obviously didn't spend that much time in bars, nor did he strike her as the pool shark type. Easy money.<br/><br/>Of course, her sis had to pick up the stray on her way over, classic Patsy. And the little jab, too, which Jessica was already preparing to answer when the place suddenly went pitch black. Not just the bar, in fact, but the entire block at the very least, since her first instinct was to glance out the nearest window and check if the lights were still on outside. The jukebox was still playing, though, which didn't make any sense. It wasn't some weird jukebox that ran on batteries, either, since she remembered tripping over the cord and getting real close and personal with the floor on at least one occasion when the free drinks had gotten the better of her.<br/><br/>Then came those blood-curdling noises that sounded like some cross between a legion of warriors bellowing war cries and a herd of angry dinosaurs.<strong>"You jinxed it,"</strong>Jess said flatly in the direction where she'd last seen Shang-Chi, since her eyes hadn't adjusted enough yet for her to actually see shit inside of the bar. Of course, having a bright light flashed in her face certainly helped with that. Grimacing, she turned her head to the side and brought an arm up to shield herself.<strong>"Jesus, can you <em>not</em>!?"</strong>she grumbled at Misty, whom she recognized only by the direction of her voice.<br/><br/>Maybe her friend was right, and it didn't matter whether they stayed inside or not, but - in spite of herself - Jess couldn't help but think about the innocent people who might be caught out on the streets, helpless. Now that she was able to distinguish shapes well enough through the darkness, she could see that Patsy had already suited up, Misty had unholstered her gun, and Luke was apparently getting ready for the third World War. If she was about to get caught up in the next alien, genocidal robot or whatever-the-hell else invasion, she picked a good group to get caught in it with.<br/><br/>As she began making her way over towards the door, Jess couldn't hold back a derisive snort when Blondie asked for a gun, citing her extremely impressive credentials of having attended - not even completed - a cadet program for the police.<strong>"Stupid enough not to get out of the way, though,"</strong>she remarked, following up on Roy's latest comment right before giving the girl's extended arm a tap on the wrist with the tip of her pool cue - maybe just a tiny bit harder than was necessary to get her point across. She hadn't expected Blondie to react by trying to snatch the stick from her grasp.<em>Frisky little bitch.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Get in the goddamn safe room, jailbait, we're not about to babysit you,"</strong>Jessica ordered harshly, ripping the pool cue away from Abigail's hands with enough force that the girl wouldn't stand a chance at holding on.<br/><br/>Having wasted enough time already, resumed her previous trajectory towards the door, calling over her shoulder to the others.<strong>"Who says they're after us, specif-"</strong><br/><br/>Something slammed into the door suddenly from the other side right as Jess reached it, sending the heavy slab of steel swinging right at her. She narrowly avoided catching it with her face by instinctively turning her right shoulder into it half a moment before losing some of her teeth. The violent impact rattled her, and it certainly didn't feel great, but she was able to hold her ground.Whatever was hissing angrily on the other side was no pushover, though it still wasn't nearly strong enough to keep her from slamming the door back shut and keeping it that way for the time being by leaning against it with her back.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, so maybe they're after us,"</strong>Jessica admitted, a slight but noticeable amount of strain in her voice.