"Everyone's an asshole," Nick remarked sagely and took the bottle she offered with a grateful smile and a copious gulp from it. "Motherfucker's are so ungrateful, doesn't matter what you do for 'em. Save a bitch from a burning building, she whines that you left her cat. Rescue some dude from being smashed by a rampaging rhino-man and he gets pissed that you didn't save his car for him, too. Protect the city, get bitched at for the damage and we all have to deal with this." He took another gulp then gestured to himself and then to Jessica with the bottle. "Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., X-Men, all the superheroes, we've got to take all their shit and clean it up, too, and it's not like I want their thanks, fuck that, but maybe a little fucking patience, you know? Some understanding? This is for the greater fucking good. All of it. Yeah, it's a dirty job and somebody's gotta do it and I accepted that a long time ago but fuck!" He paused in his tirade for another drink and then blinked slowly until he regained his train of thought, wondering why the tracks in his mind were getting so wobbly. Must've been the alcohol finally hitting him or something, but it was less like a slow ride and more like a locomotive to his face. "Let those assholes deal with the burning buildings sometimes or the alien invasions or the Nazi fucking zombies, see how the fuck the manage then!"