Oh, that definitely had to hurt. And that, and that. Wanda couldn't lie to herself; there was something perversely enjoyable in watching this idiot getting a beat down from Jessica. He'd ruined their night, and ruined that bar, and if he knew what was good for him he'd stop trying to fight Spider-Woman. The man just didn't stay down. Until that last hit, which was just as well since they'd almost reached the water's surface.
Wanda caught him neatly in a new bubble a few feet from the waves and dropped in the air until she was level with Spider-woman. "We'll drop him off with the police and then see if the power's back up. Maybe we can watch the end of our movie."
She offered a glowing hand to Jessica and teleported them back into the city where they left their drunk dream date unconscious on the steps of a Brooklyn police station with a note on his chest that read 'Please arrest me, I'm an asshole'. The name tag from speed dating and the handstamp from the bar would likely be enough to place him at the scene of the crime. Their Valentine's Day ruined and their job done, the girls returned home to find that the power had been restored and they could finish up the second half of When Harry Met Sally. That wasn't such a bad end to the night, back where they'd started and where they most wanted to be.