Jessica noted the blonde sliding into the seat next to her. Gritting her teeth she downed another shot of whiskey, bracing herself for the confrontation.

"Smoak."

"Jones." The blonde

"You are really far away from home." She remarked, refusing to look at her. "Still doing that smiling thing?"

"Still doing that alcoholism thing?" Felicity retorted.

"Oooo." Jessica grinned. "Kitty's got bite."

"Knock it off." Felicity sighed. "You know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent."

"How did you find me?" Jessica crossed her arms. "No offense, but I can't have annoying people just popping in whenever they feel like it."

"I just looked for the closest dive bar in Hell's kitchen." Felicity smiled at Luke as he walked over. "I'll have-"

"They don't have the fancy red grape juice you drink." Jessica cut her off. "But I bet we can find you a nice bar in the village which serves umbrella drinks."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "I'll have whatever she's having…" She gave Jessica a glare. "And make it a double."

"It's a good thing you aren't heavy." Jessica commented. "Because I am going to end up carrying you out."

Felicity took the glass Luke offered her and downed it one shot. Flipping it over she gave him a smile. "Another…please." She added. Luke laughed.

"Looks like this girl can hold her liquor." He fixed Jessica with a look. "And she says please."

"I'm guessing you don't get that much from Jess." Felicity said, Jessica gritted her teeth at the nickname.

"No and he likes it that way, Lissie." She retorted giving Felicity the most annoying nickname she could think of. "Urgh; that hurt my tongue it was so cutesy."

Felicity raised an eyebrow and gave Luke an appreciative look. "Nice one, Jessica."

"How's frat boy?" Jessica changed the subject. They were getting close to feelings territory.

"Oliver is fine." Felicity said. "Well, he's not. Actually none of us are. Otherwise I wouldn't be here drinking in an attempt to convince you to help, but I called Trish when you kept ignoring my calls and she said the best way to get you to listen was to come and-"

"Just get to the damn point." Jessica groaned. "Jeez."

"There's a bad guy named Slade Wilson."

"The guy who kidnapped Thea Queen." Jessica said.

"He's more than that; he's kinda like Oliver's archenemy."

"Funny, I thought that was responsibility." Jessica held up her glass for Luke to fill up again.

"He's also enhanced and we think he's planning on turning a whole bunch of really bad people into super crazy killing rage machines and letting them loose on the city." Felicity said. "We need your help."

"No." Jessica took a sip. "What you need is the Avengers. Their tower isn't too far from here. I expect Iron man'll want to help something as pretty as you and the flag fetishist is definitely your type."

"My type?" Felicity asked.

"Yeah, Blonde…vapid."

Felicity snorted. "I don't have a type…" She shook herself. "This isn't getting me anywhere."

Jessica looked at her, amused.

"I'm staying at Trish's." Felicity continued. "Just know that you'd be helping save lots of innocent lives." She got up and paid for her drink and left the bar.

Jessica sat glaring at the bar in front of her.

"She seems nice." Luke commented.

"Horribly nice." Jessica muttered.

Luke crossed his arms. Jessica glared at him

"No."

He didn't respond, but grabbed a cloth and began cleaning the bar.

"I'm not going." She said stubbornly.

"You do owe her Trish's life." Luke pointed out.

"You saying I don't know that?" Jessica hissed.

Luke stopped cleaning and stared her straight in the eyes. "I'm saying that she didn't bring it up….not even when she could have."

Jessica sighed. He was right. Felicity had had the ultimate bargaining chip and hadn't used it.

"I hate decent people." She grumbled, getting to her feet.

Trish didn't look surprised to see her landing on her balcony. She and Felicity were sitting at her kitchen counter, drinking wine.

"Greetings Blonde Collective, discussing what to report to your overlords?" she snarked as she went to raid Trish's liquor cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of vodka, she turned to face the other women.

"Actually, I dye it." Felicity commented. Jessica leaned against the wall, and took a swig. "So, will you help us?"

Jessica rolled her eyes, "sure, whatever." She muttered. "NO HUGGING." She said, holding out her hands to block the onslaught she was sure Felicity was going to launch. Felicity just lifted her glass of red wine.

"Cheers."

AN: So the idea for this story came out of a message from Iamgoku who asked for a Felicity/Jessica Jones pairing. While I couldn't really picture the two of them as a couple, I thought that having them team up would be pretty awesome.

This isn't going to feature a cohesive story, but a series of one shots featuring the two of them and people in their lives.