Jessica Jones

It had been a week. Between the pollen, the drinking and the extra curricular activities, Jessica was pretty much done with the island. So much so she drank a lot last night. Enough for her to pass out.

When she awoke she was in bed. Which was odd because that's not where she was drinking last night. Plus the bedsheets had been changed and someone had tidied up her room.

And there were unfamiliar smells in her apartment.

And noises. Clanging noises.

She sat up in bed in alarm, her eyes going back and forth rapidly.

"I don't know who is in my apartment but I can kick your ass," She shouted pulling herself out of bed and-

Okay. the jeans she had been wearing the day before and left in a crumpled heap on the floor next to her were not there.

"Where are my fucking pants?!"

With everyone in Japan or elsewhere, Jessica felt like she had the island almost all to herself. Even when she hit the perk yesterday, Jess didn't have to wait in line and the barista didn't even judge her for pouring whiskey into her coffee.

So she was enjoying sleeping in today. Rosa wouldn't know if she was late to the office and it hardly mattered anyway. All that was going on there was the stupid bee lady.

But her plan to sleep in was quickly dashed by the multiple texts and buzzes coming from Trish.

( This got long )

Jess hadn't seen him since the night she took down Kilgrave. He was unconscious in her apartment with that weird nurse looking after him. There was part of her that was relieved to see him but the other part of her was filled with guilt and... well. More guilt.

She had his number. She could call. Talk with him. If shit was going down in Harlem maybe she could even help.

Of course the last time they were trying to help each other she ended up shooting him in the head.

She sat there for a good five minutes staring at the phone.

And finally, instead of calling him, she went to go find her pants.

[Open for phone calls or whatever.]

The phone was ringing. Loudly. And incessantly. And it was a hungover Jessica who finally picked up the phone and pulled it under the covers and started making threats.

"I don't know who this is, but I will kill you when I find out."

"Charming. Is that how you always greet potential clients?"

( Ugh. Hogarth. )

[Establishy]