Jesse Custer & Jessica Jones
Last round. Thank God. Jessica was already eying the bar that would come with the after party from her seat. She was going to need a shit ton of whiskey from this hell hole experience. She was also already planning to wring someone's neck for signing her up for this in the first place. She thought maybe Trish, but part of her seriously was leaning toward Nelson. Oh he was so going to get it if it was him.
She looked across at her last date and couldn't help, but actually be amused. It was the preacher guy. He had a kid didn't he? And a wife? Or wait, did his wife go home? "Aren't you a preacher?" Jessica couldn't help, but ask bluntly. It was Jessica Jones after all.