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Jessica offered the other woman a weak smirk, resting the bottle on her knee. “You know Spiderman? That’s pretty wicked. I met the former Spiderwoman once,” she quipped, remembering the less-than-pleasant interaction. But she’d gotten a sort-of friend out of it. Stranger things had happened, she guessed.
She rocked the bottle back and forth on her knee. “Like I said, I’m no expert on this shit,” she said, shrugging. “I don’t think there is a how-to guide. You gotta… just do what’s right by you,” she said slowly, nodding towards Felicia. “Stand up for the people who can’t do it themselves. Use what you got. Occasionally, let yourself give a damn,” she said, a small, genuine smile crossing her face. Her eyes flicked to Felicia’s. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Use it. You’ll be fine,” she said, actually believing it.
Yeah, she knew Spider-Man. Felicia debated playing it cool, but chances were Jessica would see through it faster than Felicia could say ‘it’s your lucky day’. “We have some...history,” was what Felicia decided on, unable to classify it as anything else. There, that wasn’t so bad. “A long time ago.”
“I’ll give that a try,” she said, actually meaning it. It was an experiment. Nobody would know except the other member of their self titled club, and Felicia wanted to keep it that way. “And try, try, try again. Maybe.”