"Listen, can you just meet me at the bar?" Jessica's voice spoke into the phone.
A sigh was heard on the other line.
"It's four in the afternoon on a Wednesday, we really drinking already?" Dylan asked, a rough British accent to her tone.
"I don't know what your issue is, I already started" Jessica said. "Just meet me when you can" She has said before hanging up.
It was only a few months ago Dylan Jones had came into Jessica's life for the first time in over a decade. She was presumed dead after the accident just like Alisa was. But, somehow she had found Jessica and basically forced herself into Jessica's life.
When the accident happened, Dylan was only about five. Jessica hadn't even realized it was her younger sister until Dylan had spoken about her family. It turned out too both shared the same powers as well.
Not that Jessica would admit to it, but Dylan came in at a time in her life when she needed her most. It was nice to have some sort of family around her. Even if it wasn't Trish.
One major difference they had though was how they grew up. Jessica actually felt fortunate when Dylan told her story. After all their testing and experiments that gave them their powers, Dylan was quickly flown out to England. She was adopted by an Irish woman and grew up along side two older siblings. One boy, one girl. In her teen years they had moved to Canada. But then she moved to New York when she found Jessica.
"Jessica, welcome back" Bobby, the bartender, said. "The usual?" She asked while Jessica sat at the bar.
"Yeah, double it" Jessica nodded. "Meeting someone" She added as if that was an explanation for her order to be doubled.
"On it" The woman nodded before walking to the other end.
Jessica looked above her at the TV. It was on some news channel that with her luck, were talking about The Raft. An annoyed groan escaped her lips until she was reading the captions.
"Inmates to be let out.." Was as far as she read before flipping her head over to Bobby.
"Turn it up" Jessica pointed.
"You know I-"
"Do it, I'll pay you" Jessica said.
"Can I at least have some manners?" She asked.
Jessica sighed.
"Can you please turn up the fucking television before I break your face?"
"That's more like it" The woman said, turning up the volume.
"As of last month it has come to surface that some inmates of The Raft are not meant to be there for long periods of time. The one inmate you might be familiar with is former star, Trish Walker. Sources say that she has been working on a plea deal for the last four months, and now she might be getting somewhere. Here's Dorothy Walker, Trish's mother, on the phone to report more on that"
"Hello?" Dorothy was heard.
"Hello Dorothy, what can you tell us about Trish's potential plea deal?"
"Oh it's not potential. It is happening. We talked to lawyers today about it. My daughter has not committed crimes that require her to be here for a long period of time. There's worse power people out there!"
"Power people.." Jessica cringed at the words.
"So when do you think she will be released? And if she is not fit, will she go back?"
"We're hoping by next month. But, she will not be returning. Once she's out, she's out. I don't care what anyone says about that"
"And what else.."
The TV had gone black, causing Jessica to let out a frustrated groan.
"Another black out?! Come on," She said.
"It's summer, that's why" Dylan had walked up, throwing her bag on the stool before sitting down beside it. "Gotta love rolling black outs"
The younger woman was now about twenty one. She had hair just like Jessica's and face features like hers. But, her style was a bit darker then the woman's. She worse black ripped skinny shorts with a ripped up Bikini Kill logo tank top. And on top of that, she wore glasses just like their dad always had to. Though, he never really did. He usually wore contacts.
"Two of Jessica's usual" Bobby said, placing the drinks down before walking away.
"Do you ever change your order?" Dylan asked.
"Do you ever not question my alcohol?"
"Maybe one day I won't" She said. "But anyway, what's the last second needing to meet at the bar thing about?"
Jessica sighed.
"Can't a girl just want to see her dead sister?" Jessica asked.
"That only works so many times," Dylan said in an amused tone. "Come on, tell me. I'm here drinking with you before five so it's gotta' be good"
Jessica chuckled a bit. She wasn't used to anyone else pestering her drinking habits in this way. Trish used to sometimes. But, she also kept a bottle of whiskey and Jessica's glass at her apartment just for the woman. So she wasn't always pestering her about it.
"Trish is getting bailed out if I understand right"
Dylan's eyes went wide, thinking the woman was lying.
"Hellcat?" She asked. "Like, the woman that tried to kill you, Patsy?" She used the common nicknames for the woman.
"And I kinda' talked to her today. Not really, I only said like one sentence" Jessica said.
"Fuck," Dylan said. "You really give yourself reasons to drink, huh?" She chuckled.
Jessica chuckled a bit, holding her glass up slightly.
"Gotta' drink to something" She said before downing the rest of it.
"Are you gonna' go see her?"
Jessica threw a glare her way. Dylan still tried to get used to those. But luckily she never seem phased.
"Why would I do such a stupid thing like that?" She asked.
Dylan shrugged slightly, lifting her drink to her lips to take a small sip.
"I mean, if she is going to get out, she's going to want to see you. Might as well get it over with now instead of as a random surprise"
"Maybe I don't want to see her" Jessica said.
"Bullshit," Dylan snickered. "Obvious you have a thing for her"
Jessica got the attention of the bar tender while holding her drink up, signalling she wanted another round. Her eyes avoided meeting Dylan's glaring ones. She hated that Dylan was so much like their mother sometimes with that glare. Little did Jessica know she had the same one.
"What the fuck are you saying?" Jessica asked.
"I'm not dumb," She said. "You love her"
"Yeah, but not in-"
"It is in that way" Dylan said. "We both know it"
They both fell silent, just listening to the chatter around them blend together. The sound of ice clinking against the glass along with the sound of dishes in the kitchen. The power was still out, earning some complaints from the drunk people surrounding them.
Jessica shook her head though.
"No, that went away" She had sort of confessed.
"You had them?"
"Yeah, no, it was a stupid teenage crush" Jessica said. "I was lonely, it was after the crash, just a stupid crush"
Dylan snickered.
"Seems like that stupid crush is still a crush"
"It's not. You don't know what she did to me"
"Tried to kill you? Yeah, I'm aware. You told me"
"There was more to it.." Jessica said, cutting herself off.
Dylan had hope their mother was alive. Jessica had never found it in her to tell her otherwise that she wasn't. Not to mention Dylan would turn to hate Trish if she told her who was at fault. And Jessica needed one person to not hate Trish besides herself. It made her feel more sane.
"What?"
Jessica took a deep breath in.
"Our history is brutal," She said. "The drug addictions, the fights, the everything about us. Not to mention she tried to fucking kill me" Her eyes finally looked up to meet Dylan's.
Dylan remained silent, giving the woman a second to gather her thoughts.
"She tried to get rid of me," A small voice crack. "The only person I ever gave a shit about tried to kill me. Yet I still, I shouldn't"
"You know she was on a downhill spiral and I'm not defending her. I'm just saying that so you know it had nothing to do with you" Dylan said.
Jessics shrugged, shaking her head.
"I'm fucked up. I put her in that position. If I just never told her I had powers or maybe I never..I don't know. I fucked up somewhere"
"Listen, I only have vague memories of you when we were young. But what I remember is, you were my favorite person ever. Yeah maybe I was five then, but Jess..I looked up to you. And I still do. Even if we are in a bar with no power drinking before it's even five" Dylan said.
The older woman smile a bit at the words, looking back down.
"What I'm saying is, you're not fucked up. If you were fucked up, I wouldn't still be around you. I didn't know you when this all happened. But, I'm sure Trish put herself on that spiral"
"How can you be so sure?"
"Former Disney stars go on those things. Look at Miley for fucks sake, she went on a spiral" Dylan laughed causing Jessica to chuckle. "And we both know who Dorothy is. She can make anyone want to go on a killing spree. Trish needed therapy. She needed help. But just like you, she didn't realize that or she was too worried about taking care of others"
"You saying I need therapy?" Jessica asked.
"I can bet she's not the only one that's tried to kill you before" Dylan said.
Jessica scoffed.
"You got that right" She said.
"So, you think you'll go visit her?" Dylan went back to her question.
Another drink was placed down in front of Jessica. She lifted the glass, taking a gulp from the burning liquid before placing a back down. She contemplated lying, saying that no she wasn't thinking about it. But Trish in her head was pestering her to be honest with the woman beside her.
"Probably," Jessica said. "Maybe I can get her to kill me and she will be in there longer"
"Oh come on, we all know Dorothy should be down there. Not Trish"
Both chuckled at that.
"Why would you want her locked up down there anyway? You seem to regret it"
"Because," Jessica shrugged. "Wouldn't have to face her again. Face all of that again. Hasn't even been a year since it happened"
"I get that," Dylan nodded. "But I also get what you told me when I first got here"
"Told you to ignore any of my advice incase it bites me in the ass right?"
"Feel how you feel. You have nothing to forgive yourself for"
Jessica shook her head.
"I was obviously drunk, that makes no sense"
"You're always drunk and yeah, it fucking makes sense" Dylan said. "When I was mad at Diane, you made me realize from that saying that I couldn't keep ignoring it. If I kept ignoring it, I wouldn't be talking with the woman who raised me. I would still be angry all the fucking time"
"Your point?"
"Face it, Jessica. Feel how you feel. Just like you told me to do" Dylan said.
"I miss the days when you were five and didn't listen to me" Jessica muttered, downing more of drink.
Dylan chuckled a bit.
"Face it, you're a good influence"
"You do realize I have you with me drinking away my problems right?" Jessica asked.
"Like I said, such a good influence" Dylan said, downing what was left of her drink. "Another over here please!" She called out.
"Make it double" Jessica added, holding up her nearly empty glass.
"So do we just drink till the lights come back up?"
"More like till the sun comes up" Jessica said.
"Hasn't even set" Dylan chuckled. "Such a good influence" She rolled her eyes.