#also i know mary is the type of gal to leave like six drunk voicemails from the corner of the bar

[babydxhl]

👿💥 [the lovers are fightingggg]

symbols for starters || still accepting!

The glass hits the doorframe in a shrill explosion – the shards ricocheted and skitter across the hardwood floorboards and Mary shoves her curls out of her eyes with the heels of her palms, smearing a soot line of mascara up to her left temple.

“You asshole,” she declares, kicking out of her shoes in the front hall, throwing her purse onto a side table with a clatter that threatens to send more things shattering to the floor. “You know, you always make out like everything’s my fault.”

She makes to walk into the living room but thinks better of it, stops, wheels around again. “If I hadn’t seen that cop car rolling around the corner, we wouldn’t have even got outta there in time, you ever think about that? And we’d be sitting in a cell right now. Is that what you want?” She throws her hands up in the air.

“Because if that’s what you want, I can call them right now—” Eyes still faintly glazed, she snatches for her bag again, holds up her phone. “And make it happen. Probably get a fuckin’ reward, too.”