Who: Jess Jones, Luke Cage Where: In a Ford Explorer in some scummy alleyway What: Stake outs and fooling around When: Post Invasion, when normal scummery go on.
"You know, the point of sexting during a stake-out is so that one of us gets to fool around and gets their rocks off, you now, at home" she pointed out loud, still eyeing the damn unmoving door that hadn't done dick for the last seven hours. Her informant said this was one of the transfers for the blackmarket MGH stock, and there was little reason to doubt the validity of the source. But fuck she forgot the tedium of the stake-out. And the junk food, she was going to have to do some serious dieting to get rid of the grease and gross carbs she was noshing on. She squirmed around in her seat, even decent bucket seats got sore after this long in the time and finally sighed as she collapsed into the seat. "While the banter is faster this way, we'll both going to end of off frustrated and ansty. Just saying."