For all intents and purposes, Jessica Jones was technically dead. It was only through the freaky procedure performed on her that she was sitting before Natasha now and not a pile of ashes like her brother and father. The procedure was meant to save lives, but it had an uncanny side effect that gifted Jessica with abilities. It did the exact same to her mother, but her mother also suffered from horrible fits of rage of which she could not control and as such led quite a few deaths. Some were meant out of love, out of a need to protect her daughter, but many others were because she simply could not control her temper. Jessica knew she possessed this same temper, but unlike her mother, she was capable of controlling it to a degree. It was not as if she could not do damage when and if she wanted, but it was that she had more rein over it than her mother ever did.
And Jessica had almost killed her mother for it, convicted her too, but in the end of it, she'd been seated with her on that same damn Ferris wheel from her childhood, begging her mother not to turn herself in-the very thing Jessica had been begging her to do just hours before. Her mother never had that chance and maybe she wouldn't have anyway, maybe the cops would have shot her-it was what Alise had expected Jessica believed-but Trish had finished the job before they could have even raised their weapons to take aim. The last of her family, shot in the head, blood coated the seat, coated Jess, and the smell and sights of that night would stay with her forever. She'd lost her family that night: Trish and her mother. Jessica couldn't ever look at Trish again the same way; all she saw was someone she considered her best friend, a sister, who killed her mother. It was something she didn't like to think about, but sometimes she did think about Trish and maybe, somewhere deep inside, hoped the other woman was alright.
"I'll hold you to that," Jessica replied, but only somewhat seriously. She tipped her glass in Natasha's direction in return. "Za-whatever the fuck you just said back at you," Jessica replied before taking a long sip from her glass as well. Jessica savored the burn; it made her know the booze was working and tonight, she knew she needed it to work. "Ha. Try me." Jessica wiped her mouth on the back of her gloved hand. "My life is far from fairy tale quality so it fits right in."