J a c k p o t

"This time little Mary Jane's in the spotlight!" My name is Mary Jane Watson. Learn it now or learn it later, but whatever you do, I have a feeling you're going be seeing a lot more of me. And I guarantee you'll love every second of it. [Independent Marvel RP for Mary Jane Watson]

[mirkwoodcove]

Mary Jane Watson

"Face it, Tiger…"

[astophy]

[adventurecomics]

[firehairedfiasco]

{ 2 in the audience }

"It's freezing out there."

[notbadforamazing-deactivated201]

"You treasure this friendship."

[firehairedfiasco]

"Then why does it always feel like I'm babysitting you?"

[notbadforamazing-deactivated201]

"Stop saying I’m dramatic."

"You make me want to shoot myself in the face and die when you say that."

[firehairedfiasco]

"It's incredible I've managed to put up with you this long."

[firehairedfiasco]

{ 3 in the audience }

"You wouldn't happen to know how to fix a copier? Because I have no idea what this thing does."

[firehairedfiasco]

[My notes tracker thingamabob is super weird. I can't see if I owe anyone, so I'll try to get to replies once I figure this thing out.]

[thwipsandquipsold]

[torgo10]

[notbadforamazing-deactivated201]

"Thank you, thank you." he bowed politely as he stood up from the couch momentarily, before sitting back down. He looked around, realizing how nice MJ and Gwen’s apartment was. Really, just as nice as his and Harry’s place. Which was saying something, since Harry’s dad paid for it all. Moneybags Osborn. 

"Well, uh, actually…" Peter’s head knocked back and forth, almost regretting bringing it up whenever he did, having to explain the exact context as well, and why it took so long to come to this conclusion in the relationship. "That’s the first time we said uh…" he widened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, nudging her towards the end of that awkward thing to tell people when talking about your relationship. It made him felt simultaneously closeted, while being too proud of himself. He really didn’t care too much though.

[firehairedfiasco]

Mary Jane rolled her eyes. And he thought she was theatrical.

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "...You said you loved each other? Because I gathered as much." His expression brought her to the realization that this was an awkward thing for him to talk about. She was used to hearing about how his and Gwen's relationship was going. He, on the other hand, had no such practice. Out of courtesy, she tried her hand at changing the topic. "If Gwen's gonna be as long as she says, we have time to watch an episode of How I Met Your Mother. And I need to catch up on the latest season, so hand over the remote."  

[thesuitstoobusy-deactivated2014]

"I dunno, it’s not very distracting when it blends in most of the time."

[firehairedfiasco]

"Believe me, something that skin-tight is very distracting."

[thesuitstoobusy-deactivated2014]

"Very impractical colors for stake outs and stealth stuff you know?"

"When in doubt mauve on basic black."

[firehairedfiasco]

"Running around in a distracting outfit's pretty impractical too, don't ya think?"

[firehairedfiasco]

{ 4 in the audience }

"What can I do for you fine folk?"

[firehairedfiasco]

"--Oops!"

"Gwen is seriously going to kill me when she gets home..."

[thesuitstoobusy-deactivated2014]

"Him?— You mean like myself?"

[firehairedfiasco]

"I guess."

"But the Spider-Man I know is red and blue."

[notbadforamazing-deactivated201]

"I um…" he smiled, taking the TV remote and starting to go through the Netflix recommended. He thought back to their talk a few nights ago. Him and Gwen had been together for four months. Four months of cuddling in taxis while the Smiths happened to turn on. Four months of discussing chocolate muffins. Four months of being Gwendy and Petey.

"Good. It’s uh…it’s going alright." he nodded with a wide, tightlipped grin, keeping it from becoming too goofy. It calmed into a serene, saccharin smile. "I…told her I love her." he said proudly.

[firehairedfiasco]

Mary Jane smiled to herself while Peter was distracted with the Netflix queue. 'Should not have opened that door.' She thought, though the feeling was lighthearted. MJ knew how deep Peter was in for Gwen, Gwen herself wouldn't shut up about him when they hung out in the apartment on weeknights. The only cure was the occasional throw pillow to the face.

Glancing at his completely strained smile, she chuckled silently. Mary Jane's eyebrows shot up, a surprised smile on her face directed at Peter. "Mazel Tov, Petey-O!" She chuckled a little, "'Bout time, don't you think?" MJ wondered why Gwen hadn't said anything. Kind of a big thing to mention, and Peter seemed awfully proud of it. The back of her mind wondered whether he'd told Harry yet, since he looked like he'd already shouted it out from the top of the Washington Bridge. Oh, crap. What would happen if he had told Harry? He wouldn't get ideas, right? No... Harry was completely content with where their relationship was. Without the whole "extreme commitment I-love-you" thing.