#ivy 002.

He didn’t know how he managed to end up at her apartment — then again, he never remembered the drunken events that would bring him to her doorstep, the endless amounts of shots he’d consume before coming causing him to black out for a brief period of time. He felt lost, hurt, both of which manifested themselves within his inebriated form as he began to knock on her door at two in the morning. “Ives!” Mac shouted, leaning against the doorframe. “C’mon, I know you’re in there. Brought you some nachos from the bar — well, they’re kinda fuckin’ soggy now, but it’s the thought that counts!”