Nick snorted into his glass and shook his head; Wanda wanted to go. "Yeah, well, Wanda does a lot of pretty stupid shit," he pointed out, but he didn't have much else to say about it. She was a grown ass woman and as long as she wasn't here, hurting people and fucking shit up, then she wasn't his problem. Fury finished this glass of whiskey and asked for a water then dragged a basket of mixed nuts towards him from further down the bar, figuring he ought to get something in his stomach before he continued his drinking. Sure, it took a lot to get him hammered, but it still happened faster when he hadn't eaten much all day.
"He likes you," Nick explained as the cat blinked slowly at Jessica and then stared at her through slitted eyes. After a moment, Bart rose and came to her, brushing his tail under his chin to leave his scent and then turning to stick his butt in her face. "Really likes you," Nick deadpanned, trying to keep his amusement out of his voice. The more Jessica got weirded out by the cat, the more it would probably try to win her attention. Cats were, Nick had learned, fucking weird.