<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica Jones, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/>“Yea ,like I got time for a man right now.” She couldn’t even remember the last time she got laid. In between pummeling the neighborhood drug dealer, smacking up a few junkies and trying to grow her business Misty had not found the time. “Guess I ain’t as lucky as you.” She added with a smirk before helping herself to a bottle of Jack. Luckily in the bag she was carrying she stashed away a cup, because for some reason Jones seemed to almost never have kitchenware.<br/><br/>She took a seat on chair across from the desk just as the raven haired beauty hunkered down lower in her chair. Misty just shook her. “You look like someone killed your best friend.” Eyeing curiously at the photos of the affair. She figured it must of been her latest case.There was nothing as entertaining as watching a man get cheated on, sad yes, but entertaining.<br/><br/>She took a shot of caramel colored liquid. Misty was never much of hardcore drinker, but after she lost her arm and voluntarily her job. The bottle had been her only comfort. It must of been a private detective sort of thing.  Putting the glass down on the desk she looked at her good friend.<br/>“Been on this personal case for a while, trying to find the group responsible for importing  this new commercial drug  into the neighborhoods.” She really didn’t have the best of luck.It was like everyone was to scared to talk. She hated that mob mentality. People needed to really learn to start putting their communities first and grow a damn pair.<br/><br/>“So far it’s been one dead end after the other. Now I’m not sure where to start…”She just shook her head as she looked at the glass. Her crown of hair waffing from side to side as she did. “It’s starting to piss me off really, all those sacrifices, years on the force and it’s like I don’t even know my own neighborhood anymore.” Perhaps she should took her mother’s advice and studied to become a doctor.  She had always been an honor roll student, but there was nothing more rewarding than catching the bad guy. Back when the world was just so simple, you either took the straight and narrow or the curvier path.  Now nothing was that simple anymore.<br/><br/>“And you?” She asked with an arched brow. “Catching cheaters the only thing you got going on right now?” She said a little shocked<br/><br/>