Marcus laughed at that, long and hard. He took back his bottle, unoffended by her reaction. "Not the best tequila, either, but hey. You take what you can get, eh, mami? Heh. That's okay. More for me. This shit's precious, you know. They don't make no more."
That was one of the many downsides to the whole world ending. Marcus had tried a few home-brewed wines, beers, and the lack, but it usually tasted funky to him. Booze was booze, but there was an inarguable hierarchy as far as quality was concerned, and thus far nobody had managed the art of distilling anything that tasted as clean and pure as the professional shit.
He allowed a moment of silence to pass. Perhaps mourning the loss of fine liquor, or just contemplating the differences between tequila and whiskey. Whatever thoughts did pass through his head remained his own. When he spoke again, it wasn't on the subject of drinking. "You gonna tell me where you ran off to? What the big emergency was?"
It was impossible to not know that someone had got himself killed, and Marcus was reasonably sure that it was one of the blondes' boyfriends. However, he wasn't one hundred percent sure. There was an off-chance it was the 'friend' Taisce had been worried about previously. It would explain her needing to split for a while, though she hadn't been in tears or anything when he'd seen her last. Still, that was the theory he was running with until told otherwise.