open to m_tothe_j
Set after this.
Harry drank half a bottle of scotch before the bartender cut him off. No amount of bribing worked and he was escorted out by the bouncer. New York bars could be such a bitch sometimes. He shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way through the still crowded sidewalks on his way to MJ's. He had seen her journal update. The question of why. Yeah. He had a few questions of his own and he couldn't think of a better person to provide the answers than his ex-girlfriend.
Harry stopped outside of her apartment and looked up as the rain started to fall. How perfect. It was like a scene out of a movie where the tortured ex-boyfriend comes searching for answers, and the beautiful girl looks down at him from the window and wonders what the hell was she thinking to ever get involved with that lunatic. He pressed the button to her door an obscene amount of times before she finally came to the window.
"MARY JANE. MARY JANE, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, BUZZ ME IN."
He was screaming and making a scene. From the looks of things he had caught her just out of the shower which explained the delay in her answering the buzz. Sure enough the door opened, allowing him to enter the building and take the elevator up. She probably wondered why the hell he was showing up at 1 am, but MJ was the type of girl to open her door and find out instead of telling him to come back another day.
He exited the elevator and found her leaning against her door frame waiting for him. He was soaked to the bone and looked like he'd had the world's worst night which was fitting because he had.
"I need to talk to you," he said in a slightly slurred tone, as he looked at her with wounded eyes.
Harry drank half a bottle of scotch before the bartender cut him off. No amount of bribing worked and he was escorted out by the bouncer. New York bars could be such a bitch sometimes. He shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way through the still crowded sidewalks on his way to MJ's. He had seen her journal update. The question of why. Yeah. He had a few questions of his own and he couldn't think of a better person to provide the answers than his ex-girlfriend.
Harry stopped outside of her apartment and looked up as the rain started to fall. How perfect. It was like a scene out of a movie where the tortured ex-boyfriend comes searching for answers, and the beautiful girl looks down at him from the window and wonders what the hell was she thinking to ever get involved with that lunatic. He pressed the button to her door an obscene amount of times before she finally came to the window.
"MARY JANE. MARY JANE, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, BUZZ ME IN."
He was screaming and making a scene. From the looks of things he had caught her just out of the shower which explained the delay in her answering the buzz. Sure enough the door opened, allowing him to enter the building and take the elevator up. She probably wondered why the hell he was showing up at 1 am, but MJ was the type of girl to open her door and find out instead of telling him to come back another day.
He exited the elevator and found her leaning against her door frame waiting for him. He was soaked to the bone and looked like he'd had the world's worst night which was fitting because he had.
"I need to talk to you," he said in a slightly slurred tone, as he looked at her with wounded eyes.