He nodded at her comment. "It may be hard to imagine, but Clint can get quite grumpy if things aren't done how he'd prefer them. Can you imagine how moody he'd be if Daphne bought him the wrong hair product?" he asked jokingly. Merlin, he fucking loved Clint. And he loved that he could make shite up and talk about him like they were bloody married and no one even batted an eyelash. He'd gotten a few weird looks after their snog earlier, but that had been about it. By this point, most of this particular crowd was quite used to Marcus and Clint making idiots of themselves with each other.
Marcus still wasn't sure he'd completely come to terms with the fact that Clint was married. It had just all happened so fast and it was really so fucking weird. Marcus thought Clint would put off that sort of shite for at least another decade, yet here he was with a shiny new wife. Not that he wasn't happy for him...he really was. But Clint was man-ing up and doing what was expected. Even Adrian had his family's business to take care of now. So between one starting a family and the other practically taking care of his...Marcus felt a bit useless. He was the oldest of all of them and what the fuck was he doing with his life? He was dancing with the fifteen your old half sister of the bastard witch that he wanted to date. Bloody brilliant.
But he was making some efforts. His attempts to finalize purchasing the Falcons should be finished during the upcoming week or so and that was a good start. At least it was a more stable career than just playing on the team, which he figured was only going to be a feasible option for the next few seasons. "How was school this last year?" he asked Tori. "Did you get perfect marks in all of your classes and all that?"