Clayton and Jessica Jones
Jessica had absolutely no fucking clue who Ella was, but it was an opportunity for free food and maybe a few free drinks to go along with it. It seemed to be a thing here: party crashing. It wasn't something Jessica did a lot of back home, but she'd never had this many parties with the opportunity to crash before either. Most of the time, she tended to avoid people because they had a habit of being stupid. God, it was the plague of humanity, wasn't it? Not that she didn't have her stupid, asshole sort of moments, but she liked to think not as much as a lot of other people. Crashing only mildly counted as an asshole sort of move.
Slipping inside, she headed for the table piled with all the food and started to stock up on a plate. Not surprising, there was stacks of meat, something that was rumored to be a thing at these parties and the shirtless man who'd apparently cooked it. "Nice job on the grub, meat man," Jessica offered, raising a fork with a thick slab of hamburger on it.