The Tragedy of Mary Jane Stark

Bottles of Bourbon

"Now I'm normally not one to fall for the pretentious rich white guy, but maybe just this time." Michelle said. She was sitting up front.

"'Michelle! Are you simping for Harry?" Mj teased. "Please you were blushing all night."

"Listen he's a feminist-," Michelle started.

"Like Peter." Mj chimed in but Michelle ignored her.

"He's kind and decent. A little bit snobby. But hey who isn't. And he's got really fluffy hair." Michelle dreamily said

"I think Michelle is in love." Mj teased.

"I can't believe I fell for a man. Let alone a  rich white man. Who am I?!" Not Michelle apparently." She groaned.

"I think it's sweet. I mean you even let him kiss your hand." Mj sighed and parked in front of Michelle's apartment building.

"That was me being bold." Michelle rolled her eyes. "Whelp thanks for taking me. I'm glad your alright. Still pissed off that I only got a singular text saying your alright but I forgive you." Michelle stuck her tongue out and slammed the car door. Walking into her building.

Mj laughed and rolled her eyes. Driving home now.

Andy was waiting for her at the door, meowing loudly. She filled up his food bowl and laid on the couch. She picked up the book peter borrowed from the library and started to read.

She found it quite funny, the one character Arvin, he had a girlfriend named Mary Jane. She even had red hair. After a while, her phone started to ring. It was Peter face timing her. He never face timed her. She quickly answer.

"There she is!" Peter shouted into the phone. His face was very red and he was sweaty. Harry can be seen behind him laughing.

"Hey Pete, you okay?" Mj asked scanning all that she could see. Empty bourbon bottles seemed to be on the table.

"Isnt she just," Peter burped. "The prettiest person you'd ever see." Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Are you drunk Peter?!" Mj was very concerned. There should be no way for him to be drunk, he'd burn right through alcohol.

"Drunk on love baby!" Peter was spinning now, shaking the phone.

"How much did you drink?" Mj asked.

"How much did I drunk bud?" Peter lazily turned his head to look at Harry.

Harry went up to the phone holding three bottles.

"Three whole bottles of bourbon. I have no idea how he's not fucking dead right now." Harry was laughing too, drunk beyond belief

"Holy shit." Mj suppressed a giggle. Kind of excited to see what a drunk Peter would act like.

"You should come over wearing that pretty low cut dress I like." Peter said burping again.

"Noooo." Mj laughed. "Where's your dad Harry?"

"At his lab." Harry said then chucked a bottle at the fire place.

"Oh my god okay. Peter what time should I come and get you? If you want to come home tonight?" Mj offered.

"Yeah take him home. His horny ass won't stop talking about how gorgeous your boobs are." Harry drunkenly laughed.

"Come now babyyyyy." Peter put the phone really close to his face. Mj was quite frankly flustered. He never called her that, seemingly too flushed himself when he said that. Not being one for pet names.

"Okay dingus ill be right there." She laughed and grabbed her keys. "I can't believe you drank three bottles."

"You look really fucking pretty in the moon light." Peter said. Mj was taken aback. He never said fuck- well never in-front of people. She laughed a little harder.