Re: Joe's Coffee: Mary Jane/Gwen
[MJ was disoriented to say the least. One moment, darkness and pain consumed her, and the next? Well, she awoke with a jolt in that same studio apartment in SoHo. And there was that damn key and journal waiting for her on the counter, surrounded by things that had collected dust while she was...well dead. And wasn't that fucked up? She died and came back to life, plopped right back into a New York that wasn't really hers, surrounded by a group of people that probably didn't want her back. Her suspicions strengthened as she spoke to each of them. She wanted to turn over a new leaf, though. She really wanted a second chance with these people, and she didn't want to be the same selfish asshole that she was before.
Well, clearly that might fail big time.
But, Gwen wanted to meet, and MJ felt a slight surge of relief and gratitude, especially following her conversation with Flash. So, she dressed quickly in something to cover the litany of bruises and wounds left behind by those Oscorp assholes. Sweater on top, sleeves rolled up just enough that the IV marks were covered. Make-up, too, to cover up how thin she'd become, how battered she looked underneath it all.
She'd arrived a little before Gwen, grabbing them a table towards the back, and when the blonde walked in, MJ waved her over, tentative smile stretching across those lips. She stood, too, at the table when Gwen approached.] Hi. [Quiet, tentative just like the quiver of her lips.]