8:15 PM At Don's Crab House...

"So...You're a Chemistry teacher?"

"Oh. Yes, yes, I am." Peter tells him before he takes a sip of his beer.

Two Minutes Later

Peter clears his throat, catching Harry's attention. "You, uh, own Oscorp."

"Um, yeah. Yep, I do." Harry replies uncomfortably. "So...Would you like more beer? I think you're almost out." He tells Peter, tapping on his beer mug.

Peter looks down at his mug.'Damn. He's right. I didn't even notice that I've been drinking this beer so fast.' He thinks. "Oh, no, thanks. I'm fine." He responds to Harry.

"Cool."

"What am I saying?" He asks himself out loud, shaking his head. This captures Harry's attention. "I am not fine. Look, Harry, this isn't your fault at all. Although I find you highly attractive, I do not go out on blind dates. I mean, this is as silly as I have felt in a long, long time." Peter says. The waiter at the restaurant put on a bib around Peter's neck.

"Until now." Peter says, earning a chuckle from Harry.

"Wait till he brings the pants." Harry says, the same time another waiter puts a bib around Harry's neck.

"You're joking." Peter says.

"Somebody's got to." Harry says while he shrugs.

"Look, Harry, can I be 100% frank with you?"

"We're both adults. I can handle it."

"Now, look, I-I only came as a favor to MJ. When she told me how badly you were dying to meet me-"

"Wait a minute. Mary Jane told you I was dying to meet you? That lying bitch!" Harry says in disbelief. "The only reason I showed up here is because she told me you were a lonely, single man, who was dying to meet me."

"She didn't!" Peter exclaims.

"Yes, she did." Harry tells him. "So, what do you think this means?"

"Well, let me tell you what it means. I think it means that she is shacked up in some cheap motel with a-" Peter starts off angrily, but Harry only smiles and Peter notices. "I mean, she has a date." Peter tells him, embarrassed at his outburst, however, Harry laughs hysterically. "Oh, Harry, what a relief! What a relief this is. So, you didn't even want to go out with me?"

"Hell, no. Not a chance!" Harry snorts and Peter laughs. "And you never wanted to go out with me?"

"Come on, get serious!" Peter says and Harry laughs.

"You realize, of course, that we can't let Mary Jane get away with this right?" Harry states.

"Ah, yes. She must definitely be punished." Peter says.

"Oh, no argument here." Harry concurs.

"Well...what do you have in mind Harry?"

"Well, she jerked us around." Harry says thoughtfully. "Here's a solution! Let's jerk her right back!" He says excitedly.

"Awesome!" Peter says evilly.

"I got it! Why don't we make her think that you and I are gonna get married?" Harry says happily. Peter takes a minute to think about this.

"Married? You and I?" Peter asked in disbelief. "I have to admit, there's a certain genius to it. I fucking love this plan already!"

"Are you kidding? A Floridian, living in the Osborn Mansion?" Harry smirks.

"But wait a minute. How did you know that I was a native of Florida?"

"Oh, that's how Janie refers to you in her letters." Harry replies nonchalantly.

"Janie, huh?" He says. "Yes, she must be punished."

"Well, Pete, I believe this is the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship." Harry says, lifting his mug.

"To revenge!" Peter says, clinking their mugs together. A waiter dumps a small bucket of cooked crabs and lobster on their table. "Oh, look at this one." He shows Harry a crab. "Scrunched-up little frown. Kind of reminds me of MJ after she a bad date." He takes his mallet and hits the crab. Harry smiles at the sight.

'Yup this will definitely be a beautiful friendship.' He thinks to himself.