Prompt: Mary, Marshall : The Bare necessities from The Jungle Book , whiskey
Mary took a deep breath before pulling the key out to Marshall's house. She hadn't ever used it and wasn't sure how Abigail would respond to her not only having a key to their home, but using it also.
Right now though, she didn't have a choice. Marshall had missed a call with Stan and hadn't returned her or Delia's call. The concern level grew because that wasn't how Marshall behaved.
Stepping into the house the first things she noticed was the empty whiskey bottle sitting on the counter, a glass of whiskey on the table and another full bottle on the floor. It was then she heard the slurred singing of a song she wouldn't have known if it weren't for Norah. Oddly enough the voice was pleasant and she wondered what Marshall would sound like if he were sober.
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she headed towards the kitchen to see Marshall attempting to make something as she listened to the words he was singing.
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
"Marshall," Mary said softly.
Marshall turned and looked at her in surprise before the smile lit up his face.
"Mare, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. Everyone is worried; you didn't answer your phone. You also missed your call with Stan. What are we drinking to?"
"I found out what I could live without."
"Care to expand on that?" Mary asked, worry about her best friend.
"Abigail, gone. Too many rules. No fun anymore. Bare necessities of life missing, but they came to me."
Mary had to think about the words Marshall said and words sung in the song. He usually told her everything, but this time it was a puzzle that needed to be put together. She played the words, lyrics and reactions to her presence in her mind until the pieces fit together.
"I'd always come to you. I'm not good at letting things go. Let's get you to bed and I'll handle Stan."
Mary didn't wait for an answer instead she slung Marshall's arm over her shoulder and helped him into bed. Once he was asleep she called Stan to tell him Abigail left Marshall and then called Brandi to see if she could watch Norah overnight.
Sitting on the couch she couldn't help the smile that formed on her face. There was truth in the song Marshall sang. The bare necessities would come to you and they had time and time again. She'd been blind to them, but wasn't any longer. There was hope for them yet and this time it wouldn't be ignored or denied.