( &. STARTER ) @thetruthhasacost
IT HAS BECOME SOMETHING OF A ROUTINE.  One that could garner some ticket sales if MJ gave it a chance. Who wouldnât want to see the stupid girl yet again fall for the lie, to be told to ignore the obvious. Sure, Harry does his very best to mask it, tries to recapture the kind of desperate passion that defined who they were. But his hands shake when he holds her to the wall and kisses her a little too hard, his eyes are a little too distant, his jaw clicks, his mouth is dry. Her dress to go out might as well be armor because the fight inevitable comes. Even the stupid girl has her limit. So it starts with a gentle question, what have you had tonight. It turns - to what sheâs wearing, who sheâs trying to impress, the kind of pressure heâs under. It escalates ( as always ) -- to yelling, screaming, name calling. He breaks a glass and she tells him to leave. No she demands it with two hands to his chest and a push. A change in the steps, she stopped crying at this part. Crying leads him to apologize, it makes him stay.    â    Get out!   â    He tells her to call him when sheâs done acting like a total bitch while she follows to make sure he really does leave. Now itâs time for her hands to shake.
THE GRAND FINALE.   A song and dance that outdates her relationship with Harry. MJ steps out into the hallway and spots Peter Parker. Heâs heard too much ( per usual ) and thereâs nothing she can do about it. She sighs as her cheeks redden,    â    Hi.    âÂ
