Alex & Jessica Jones
"Pleasure," Jessica returned. Alex seemed honest and she didn't come off like the cold cynic that Jessica was when it came to Madison Valley. For her, Madison remained a double-edge sword of sorts. On one hand, it was a new start: no one knew you and that fucking rocked. On the other hand, no one knew you, you were trapped for an unknown amount of time, and oh, right, no one knew you. Of course there was the lucky suckers who had a few flunkies from their own world drop in, but other wise, people like Jessica were alone. There weren't many people from her world that Jessica could says he liked or even could tolerate, but she did miss Trish. Free falling was a lot more fun when someone was there to scold you for it now and then. When there wasn't someone to snap your head back on straight. Jessica had a shaky moral code, but the blond woman was her Jimmy Cricket of sorts.
Jessica downed the rest of the whiskey and raised a hand to order another one instantly. "Too long," she replied, unable to keep the angry, frustrated edge from her voice. "I don't know how some people do it, you know? They just settle in and accept it, but I just can't. I adapt to it and I like some things, but it isn't home." Jessica wasn't naive enough to believe she belonged at home or that she would belong anywhere, but Hell's Kitchen was familiar territory. It was her stomping grounds. Madison Valley? It was just a creepy little town. "What about you?"