@devilmasked​ gets a trashy starter
“Why is it always you?”
Jessica groaned, first deep in her chest but then her displeasure crept from between her lips into a full on grumble. Of all the dumpsters in all of Hell’s Kitchen, it had to be this one. Mercifully, the bags felt full of hair clippings (Oh, god, she hoped that was hair clippings) and shredded paperwork, among the more professional bins of rubbish she’d been thrown into. She couldn’t even claim to have been doing anything particularly valiant, like fending off an attacker or leaping in to rescue a stuck raccoon or something.
No, Jess was drunk and... honestly couldn’t remember what had led her here. She only knew she wasn’t the only one in the metal can, because something red, righteous, and horned broke her fall.
“So, who threw you in this time? One of Fisk’s goons? Ooh, let me guess, more ninjas,” Jessica mumbled, grasping for the lid of the dumpster to pull herself to standing. She then reached out a hand for Murdock, not that he exactly needed the help. The investigator knew this wasn’t even the first time the two of them had landed on top of each other like this- though it was the first time they weren’t directly working together that led to such an incident.
“If it’s ninjas, tell them I moved addresses. I now live on the corner of Fuck Off Lane and Legal Nightmare Drive.”
