Blaise wouldn't have cared if Marcus laughed. He needed to be brought down a peg or two at times and reminded that he wasn't all that he often pretended to be. Then again that may be the reason he kept Pansy in his life. She had no trouble telling him the things he needed to hear over what he wanted to hear. "Pansy's good for me," he nodded in agreement. His eyes closing slightly as he pictured her. She'd never hide something like...
Shaking his head he took another drink and finished off the glass his sixth one arrived soon afterwards. "Flying," he nodded someone had mentioned that to him recently. "It's good to fly. Fun to fly. You always know the rules of the game."
Rules. That was what had Blaise drinking tonight. He thought he knew the rules. Was certain that if any mistakes had occurred he'd know about them. Now he was second guessing himself. Was it possible? Again, he took a swig taking down the whole glass at once. He had to get this out of his mind or it would drive him crazy. Then the last one he'd pre-ordered arrived.