"Why thank you," Jessica said to Wanda before turning her attention darkly on their foe. She didn't care that their night was ruined (or that her dress was torn, heels scuffed, hair slightly out of place), she cared that'd he'd ruined everyone else's because he had a chip on his shoulder and couldn't hold his liquor. Gripping him at his collar and hovering over him, Jessica threw her punches relentlessly, glowering with incredulity when he clipped her and tried again with one of his blasts. She snapped his wrist before he had the chance and clucked her tongue disapprovingly. Not their sharpest component.
"You're not comprehending the position that you're in," she smirked, and next came a loud crack. Through the series of aerial acrobatic movements she managed to do a number on the bastard, unfazed by the increasing velocity of the fall the closer they came to the frigid black water, and knocked him out with a glowing, venomous fist to his face. Once the stunning effect of her blast wore off and he woke up, he was going to wish he couldn't feel anything at all.