The woman who had photographed the blue-gray giant put away her camera, then took out a small hip flask and swigged some whiskey.
"Burp!"
She let out an utterly unladylike burp, completely at odds with her pretty, seductive appearance. Anyone watching couldn't help thinking, "Such a beauty, and yet..."
But she didn't seem to care at all. After taking a few more swigs, she staggered out of the alley.
She hailed a cab and went straight to the radio station. At the entrance, she happened to run into Trish, who had just finished her show and was carrying a pet carrier.
"You're drunk again." Trish looked at her good friend with helpless exasperation. It seemed as though Jessica could never be sober.
"I sleep better after a few drinks," she replied.
"Jessica, it's only ten thirty in the morning." Trish glared at her.
Jessica Jones was the name of this superpowered woman. She didn't know whether she was a Mutant or an Inhuman, though she was well aware that she wasn't an ordinary person.
Jessica Jones had heard that there was a Mutant Underground Organization in Hell's Kitchen. They had once sent someone to recruit her, but she'd refused without even asking the person's name. Apart from old friends like Trish, whom she'd known for years, Jessica didn't think she could make any new friends. Besides, she was perfectly happy on her own.
Jessica Jones ran a private detective agency in Hell's Kitchen. She specialized in taking photos of cheating husbands for women who were fed up with them. But today, she'd gotten up unusually early to meet Trish because Trish had asked her to.
For her only friend, she was willing to make an exception.
"Trish, did you advertise for the AllSpark Company on your show today?" Jessica asked.