<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/>Jessica was enjoying a pretty intense back massage as the hissing fiends outside kept throwing their bodies violently against the door, but she could have kept the way barred all night if she needed to. Still, she didn't complain when Luke came over to help, scooting over far enough to let him cover half of the door. She glanced up at him, saying nothing, and for a short moment, all of the chaos and uncertainty in and around her seemed to subside. Funny how it just took some sort of life threatening danger to make things not feel awkward, if only for a few seconds.<br/><br/>“Guys..” Patsy's voice plucked Jess out of her silent contemplation of Luke's face.<br/><br/>She knew that tone all too well; that combined with the fact that she could feel the floor rumbling beneath her feet, well, it couldn't be anything good. She was already sighing preemptively and rolling her eyes up to the ceiling. "<strong>What is i-</strong>" Luke was yanking her away from the door and the wall suddenly before she could finish asking, just in time for her to watch some grey Hulk wannabe thing get its Miley Cyrus on by smashing into the building like a wrecking ball. And then the floodgates were opened.<br/><br/>Her head snapping towards the sounds of the first gunshot, Jessica was somehow less than shocked to learn that it came from the pistol in Blondie's hands.<em>A stubborn teeny bopper, surprise, surprise.</em>Kind of reminded her of her younger self, annoyingly enough. The stubbornness, not the teeny bopper part. Watching the girl suddenly lift off into the air under a cloud of smoke, almost like the launch of a spaceship, that was a little more unexpected. And as if visibility wasn't already limited enough by the darkness, that thick smoke spreading through the bar just made it all the more difficult to see whatever the hell was coming.<br/><br/>Jess found out soon enough when one of the things that had charged in through the newly torn down wall lunged at her out of the white cloud, bearing its mouthful of lovely, not so pearly white fangs. She was already preparing to brace herself against the charge when the thing that looked like Nosferatu's little cousin recoiled from a bullet. If she wasn't too preoccupied, Blondie would notice another sharp look being thrown her way, some kind of dichotomous combination of<em>thanks</em>and<em>you better not fucking shoot me</em>.<br/><br/>Having apparently only been momentarily deterred by the gunshot wound, the vamp came rushing at Jess once more while the rest of its friends stormed the bar, engaging the rest of the misfit group of heroes. "Hang on," she said dryly, grabbing the fiend by the shoulders to keep it at arm's length before easily lifting it up and impaling it on one of the twisted metal bars from the windows which had been curved inwards, just like hanging a side of beef up on to a hook. Jess backed away and winced, wrinkling her nose with a bit of disgust as the monster sort of just imploded in a mess of ashes and gore.<br/><br/>Retrieving the pool cue that she'd dropped when Luke pulled her from the door, she snapped it in half with her bare hands and slammed one of the halves down the next vamp's throat when it tried to have her for a snack. Jess wasn't a hundred percent sure if that was enough to kill it or not, but it went down at least, and the others seemed to have the situation in the bar mostly covered, so she rushed outside to see how Luke was faring against the larger threat instead.<br/><br/><strong>"Never fought someone who could give as good as they get. Let's dance big boy!"</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Uhmm, excuse me?</strong>" she begged to differ, right before the yellow beam of energy caught Luke dead on.<br/><br/>Yes, she obviously knew that he was practically invincible, but that still didn't keep a brief but clearly distressed scream from leaving her lips. Breathing a silent sigh of relief once the small puff of smoke cleared and she saw that it was mostly just his pants which looked worse for wear, Jess hustled over to the nearest street lamp and grabbed it with both hands, pulling and shaking it from side to side until it came loose. Electrical cables snapped and sparks flew as she tore the metal post out of the ground, just before she swung it up at the grey behemoth's head as hard as she could. She had no idea what it was, but aiming for the head - and even more specifically that single glowing red eye - was the best idea coming to mind.