Mary glared at him for a moment, zipping up her jeans and pulling her strap back up onto her shoulder. Then she turned from him and climbed down the fire-escape to collect the pizza, the cold air no problem on her skin now.
She was pretty sure the conversation with the pizza man was loud enough for Judas to hear, at least parts of it anyway. Mary assured him that it was just her boyfriend and they'd both had a few too many drinks and, no, he wasn't hurting her, they were just fucking around, this was the sort of thing they did and who the fuck was he to judge someone else's lifestyle? No, she didn't need the police. No, she wasn't in any danger.
Mary felt shitty that she didn't even have a tip to give him tonight.
Once he was gone Mary climbed back up the fire escape, balancing the pizza however she could until she reached her window. She dropped the box onto the floor of her apartment with a heavy slapping sound and then sat there in the window, taking deep breaths.