Re: MJ&Flash
As the night wound on, Midtown's resident redhead continued to make her rounds to her fellow seniors. Promising a dance or gossiping about what was happening in the dark corners of the club. She'd seen Peter along the way and spent some quality time with him, and she realized he was a lot more like her Peter than she realized before. Too talkative, still, where Peter used to be rather introspective, but she could roll with it. Maybe there was still something there that could foster what she'd had before with Peter Parker. And, yeah, maybe her stomach flipped a little when she was talking to him, but that didn't matter now, did it? Peter Parkers fell in love with Gwen Stacys.
And, that didn't discount the stabbing feeling in her chest when she thought about Flash Goddamn Thompson. Because, really, there was still something there, too. Something inexplicable and raw and crawling under her skin. Despite how much he pissed her off late, she still knew there was something between she and Flash. Different, perhaps, than whatever she felt toward Peter, but still there hanging in the air, tension thick enough to slice a knife through. MJ didn't want to have to deal with that, though, angry enough at him still to deftly ignore him since the last time they spoke. The redhead could be just as spiteful, if not more so, than Flash Thompson.
But, by the time he called her name, she was in good enough of a mood to stop instead of continuing on. She turned around slowly, trademark smirk crawling up her lips and red hair over her shoulders to cover a little of her bare back. "I thought you were above that whole thing, Flash," she teased a little. Even in her high heels, he still towered over her and made her look like a little thing pretending to be an adult. She appraised him in the suit with a smile that was more affectionate than sultry Mary Jane Watson. Goddamn him.