Who: Jessica Jones & Jesse Pinkman What: Having a few drinks Where: Lou's When: After his message on the network Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
Being Madison Valley, Jessica Jones was not surprised to find that Jesse returned to the little town. People came and went all the time in this place. Sometimes it was more than just once or twice. For Jesse, this was his second time around, but unlike a lot of people, he remembered his prior time in Madison Valley. For Jessica, the mysteries of this place remained mysteries including that one, but she'd stopped trying to solve them a while ago. If the people who had been here for years never had an answer, the chances for a newbie like Jessica were zilch. Jesse remembered Jessica too-though Jessica deemed herself unforgettable regardless of a stupid little town-and he reached out to her on the network, asking about her plans. Though they had only spent a minute amount of time together during his prior visit to Madison, sharing drinks, Jessica found him tolerable if not a bit curious. For one, she looked identical to his ex-girlfriend, but that lingered more along the line of creepy than anything else. No, she could not quite pin it down, but there was something interesting about him and usually for Jessica this was enough of a reason to see someone. Besides, a good dose of the alcoholic variety helped in any sort of social scenario.
He invited her to Lou's and Jessica accepted with her usual amount of skepticism and hesitation. She was never any good with trust and when she did trust it tended to blow up in her face. Luke Cage was a perfect example; letting down your guard, your defenses for just a second, did not end well for either party. Luke lost his bar and if it wasn't for Claire, he would have lost his life and all because he knew Jessica. He was a part of her screwed up, crazy ass existence and Kilgrave used him with precision to get to her. He managed to get under her skin, to find her beating heart and worm his way in. Not once did Jessica ever think that Luke could be under Kilgrave's control and looking back on it now, she realized how naive and foolish she truly had been. Love, feelings, emotions and shit did that; they clouded your mind, your judgement, and left you vulnerable. No matter how she tried to minimize those possibilities, she never succeeded. In giving a shit, she would always be open, susceptible to them and though she deemed herself not a hero, she did a lot of stupid heroic things. She did not trust Jesse, but he was already starting to become part of her life and thus, someone she did care about and saw a need to protect if necessary.
Slipping on her leather jacket, Jessica stuffed her feet into her boots and locked up her apartment. She was expecting to lose the place any day now and chided herself for not reaching out to Veronica yet. The other woman offered her an interview and she knew she should take it, but somehow, she'd never made it there. Lush or not, she was not dumb and she knew she needed to work even if it was not going to hold the amount of allure and interest she found back in New York. After all, Madison Valley was an open book and people did not have secrets...especially after the havoc the truth spell caused. A private investigator would not find much work here and even the heroic variety lacked significantly. Still, she'd been paid to make paper clip chains and a large rubber band ball at one point. Plus, she was a sandwich too. Jessica was sure whatever happened she could and would adapt. Besides, anything had to be better than the sandwich costume and trying to sell hoogies. Though, she did manage to get free sandwiches for life. It wasn't a complete waste, but it didn't do her much good now, did it?
At the thought of a free sandwich, Jessica's stomach growled and she was painfully remained that she hadn't eaten much since that party for that woman...Piper? Lou's was always good for some bar peanuts and while it held a note of disgust, she was at the point of desperation. Pushing open the door, the brunette offered a glance around. Not shocking, the crowd was light. Not spotting Jesse, Jessica headed for the bar, taking up a place on a vacant bar stool and raising a hand to the bartender. Ordering a whiskey, she looked around again, but though the faces were sparse, there was no Jesse among them. Shrugging, Jessica, already slightly buzzed, reached for her glass of whiskey and took a sip.