text | un: jones

[hardedged]

[ jessica jones doesn't want to be here — transported from one hellhole to another. and even worse, one in goddamn space. jesus christ.

an eternal misanthrope, she's kept to herself since her arrival, for the most part. however, because it's the middle of the night and she's feeling restless, she decides to grace the network with her presence. will she offer a few words of wisdom or perhaps a message of hope to console those whom miss their home?

yeah fucking right. ]

why does all the booze in this dump taste like shit?

[ at least she has her priorities in check. ]

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[resleeves]

[ compliments will get you anywhere, jessica! ]

oh, i already have. don't worry your genteel head about me. me and my glowing personality are doing just fine.

and we've had plenty of decent booze. too bad, i might have shared if you'd been nicer.

[hardedged]

[ this asshole ... ]

bullshit

[ she's a goddamn private eye. if there was better booze around, she'd have found it by now. ]

[resleeves]

oh?

prove it.

[ he doesn't think you can, jessica. he doesn't think you can. ]

[hardedged]

you first, asswipe

[resleeves]

you want me to prove that i would have asked you over for good booze?

[ well, that didn't sound too hard. but the booze he'd sprung from the bar was pretty terrible. did its job but shit nonetheless. ]

why should i do that? you don't sound like you'll play nice.

[hardedged]

never do. but that's not the point.

you're full of crap if you expect me to believe you actually have top shelf shit.

[resleeves]

i guess you'll never know, will you?

how sad. i'll pour one out for you and think of you kindly while i drink.

[hardedged]

enjoy that piss water

[resleeves]

[ the only sounds she'll hear as he turns his communicator off is laughter.

he will enjoy his piss water unironically, thank you.]