I, I wanna get myself back

[losttheright]

It isn't, strictly speaking, that Molly is nervous. There's no reason for her to be. With as many times as she's done this sort of thing in the past, it's second-nature, even now. Maybe especially now, with as long as she had to wait to be able to do this in the first place, weeks of having to take such care of the injuries done to her face and being too self-conscious to want to do much of anything at all. Now, though, finally given the clear and told her nose is healed, she's more than fucking ready to start getting things back to normal again. She hasn't felt like herself since the attack. It's about damn time she got a chance to.

Of course, she'll never be entirely free of it. There are and always will be a few scars from the nails she was shot with, a fainter one along the bottom of her lower lip. She can look at herself in the mirror, though, without cringing at what she sees, and the bruising's faded from her face and around her neck, and it's enough. Hell, it's the most she can fucking ask for, and she's alright with that. At least she's still here at all. Besides, Daniel isn't some stranger. All of those would know who she is now anyway, and would probably make it more than a little awkward. Daniel, though, is a friend, she thinks, and he's someone she's slept with before, and he's seen her when she looked just about her worst. It's her best possible option. Besides, experience tells her that it will definitely be worth it. God knows when she's had to wait this long, she'd hate to settle for someone who didn't really know what they were doing.

That he's agreed to her very straightforward invitation just makes her all the more convinced that this is the right call. Even so, as she waits for him to arrive, she can't help but notice that her heart is beating just a little harder than it ought to. After all this time, though, that isn't exactly a surprise, so she doesn't dwell on it, even brightens when she hears someone buzz her apartment, going over to the intercom. "Yeah?"

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[sleightofmind]

"It's been on and off all week," Danny says, leading the way back to the couch. "I've only caught a little here and there, but there seems to be a lot of CGI on a very low budget. I think the cat might talk." There's a reason he keeps things on mute.

[losttheright]

"Oh, wow," Molly says, looking almost impressed as she takes a seat on the couch, brow raising. "That is... really something." Worse than she was expecting, even, which is kind of fantastic. There's Hallmark Movie Channel, overly sappy bad, and then there's talking CGI animals bad, and the latter is far less likely to be anything resembling serious. Not that the former would be very good at it, either. "When you said bad, I didn't think it would be that bad."

[sleightofmind]

"I don't think we should ever underestimate how bad TV movies can be," Danny tells her wryly. Taking a seat in a corner, he turns enough to be facing her at least in part. "Or the quality of entertainment in Darrow. It's not exactly Hollywood around here." He's grateful for that tonight. At least she seems momentarily distracted.

[losttheright]

"That's very true," Molly says, one leg drawn up underneath her when she takes a seat. They have less in the way of potential shooting locations here, too, which probably makes a difference. She doesn't know much about the film industry, has never paid all that much attention to it, but some things are just common sense. "But, hey, the worse they are, the more we can reap the benefits of them."

[sleightofmind]

"Well, if that's what you want to call it," Danny says, dryly dubious, and reaches for the remote so he can turn up the volume, just a little. He benefits in public, at least, his act one that doesn't depend on his location, but from this particular movie, he doubts he will. Still, it's better than doing anything that's going to upset her further.