Accidental Meetings

It wasn't until the flask hit her boot that she looked around and realized she wasn't alone, well she could just ignore him and drive home like most would but that wasn't wasn't her. Getting off of her Harley, then she took of her helmet to leave it on the saddle.

"Hey, buddy!" She walked closer "You a'ight? Do you have someone I can call?" Hopefully she could call his parents, guardian, sibling or someone, being drunk alone is no fun and to this degree. On second thought, it was a kid, drunk and alone. He was either a runaway, was in trouble or a little bit of both. "How about I get you something to eat, like a hamburger or pizza and you tell me all about it?" There was an "it" she just didn't know what it was and if she could get him to eat and drink he would get a little bit soberer and maybe then she could help him. She was like that, always taking in stray kids in need.

She had not only encountered all levels of drunkenness on her job, not to mention that she had in her younger days experienced them first hand, on multiple occasions. Yes, she knew all about it, especially when a bottle is coming her way, though usually it is thrown at her.

When she heard him saying that he was fine she ti ted her weight slight more on her right leg and crossed her arms "Mhmm, so you are fine, ey?". She scanned him from toe to head "Then what the hell are you doing here? Drunk to boot. It isn't cool.". Oh snap, she sounded like her adoptive mother "Hey, look, I just want to help. The name is Jessica Jones, but call me Jay.." She got silent all of a sudden, something had gotten her attention.. "Uh, you got a.. A little something on your shoulder".

She was curious about the thing on the boys shoulder but since James had said it was normal, well maybe normal for him in a place like Manta Carlos, she decided to at least try to ignore it, for now. She also knew from firsthand experience that most kids out late at night, would have a reason and may start a fight to prove that they aren't what they are accused of, even if it isn't really an accusation.

Instead of copying the cops and telling him to say the alphabet backwards or other such exercises she ignored the fact that he was drunk and told her he wasn't, because she just wanted to help and arguing does the opposite of that.

"Why don't you take the helmet and ill drive us to a place where we can eat." She pointed to the Harley and the helmet on the seat, It wasn't so much a question as a suggestion.

Why did she do it? Was it an answer she could provide? Did she do it out of kindness? No, she wasn't a saint, she did however know trouble in many of its forms and wouldn't want it on anyone. While she pondered how to answer that simple but yet complex question she followed in Jamse's footsteps and climbed onto her Harley.

"Hold on to something" There where few options as he could either hold onto the back or on her hips, those new at riding a bike often feel safer by holding the one driving though if they have been a passager before then they may be more relaxed. "Maybe you remind me of myself when I was young" The answer to the question from before. She lifted the Harley from its support, kicked it up, then started it and drove away. You would need to speak loud in order to make yourself heard.

The side effects of heavily partying had lead to a waking nightmare, she assumed that that was why she had entered rehab al those years ago, but honestly she had memory gaps and where she had memories, well they where fuzzy at best. What she did remember was rehab and the demons of her past choices. One demon she had was the actual nightmares that plagued her dreams, however the second demon took a physical form.

She had kept this hidden, a secret, because if the authorities would find out they would take her license and her precious Harley. This was one of those times when her hand shook, she had over time learnt to let go of the steering with that hand. As she let go she lost the balance and wiggled from left to right, about one inch from crashing with a car on the left then about three inches away from crashing with the car on the right side.

Increasing the speed for better control, she thinks that most vehicle accidents happens because people break or slow down, making them loose even more control, she had seen it so many times. By chance they where close to a pizza place, because if they weren't she would need to pull over somewhere else and check on James. After pulling over she swore as she got off of the Harley, then she proceeded to inspect the boy. Touching him on limbs, torso and head, searching for blood or any injuries then proceeding to take liberties, taking his head and holding an eye open with two fingers, checking the pupil.

She was scared, not for her sake or about her secret coming out, but scared the boy could have been injured and with a worried voice she asked "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?"