Jessica Jones and Kate Bishop
Kate wasn't even sure why she was at the damn Fair. The last time she had been to it, she had been five years old but returned to her normal age just in time to catch the fireworks with Mitchell.
It was masochistic. Sadistic. It was Kate's way of dealing.
She didn't touch the beer personally. It was bitter and stale, but she could understand why people would want it. The screaming kids, the overly sexual teens, and every little thing was enough to drive even the sanest person to the deepest depths of insanity.
Kate felt like she was already there.
"I did not take Jessica Jones for carnivals," she commented, helping herself to the seat on the other side of the table. Kate let out a low whistle at the empty beer cups and nodded. She got it.
"I'd be halfway there, too, but I'm stuck drinking soda."