[She held up a finger to stop him from talking just for a few seconds while she knocked back her shot of whiskey. There. That was better. Some people went to therapy, others found solace in AA meetings, but Jessica Jones managed to silence her inner demons with a heavy dose of alcohol. It wasn't something she'd advise others to get on board with, but it worked. She wasn't a screaming lunatic or locked up somewhere. At least not yet and with the shit she'd been through, who could blame her?]

It's fine.

[She didn't say anything more on the subject of whatever family issue had driven her straight to hard liquor. It would sour the mood if she got into details and that wasn't what this evening was supposed to be about]

We all do favors for friends. Anyway, Rand needed someone who could be discreet, could look harmless, and could knock some heads together at the same time if things didn't go smoothly. I happen to check all of those boxes.

[She laughed when he teased her, leaning close enough that her shoulder brushed his]

It's not exactly outside the realm of possibility, but you do have to give me some incentive to wear it.