It wasn't like she didn't wear skirts. She had a couple denim ones she liked to wear. Course, she glanced down, looking at the white top. This was definitely a bit more than she normally wore. But she liked it and it was comfortable and she felt pretty in it and all that. So, that was a plus. She smiled at Marcus, moving to stand closer. It was a strange feeling to want to be next to someone as often as possible. Whenever he was in the room, her body just automatically sought him out. She liked touching him and all that mess and while it could be annoying at times, well, she kind of loved it at the same time. Katie refrained from sliding her arms around him. She really didn't want some crazed groupie to run over and start pulling her hair. That would not end well, for any of them.
Clint rolled his eyes and looked Alicia, sneering. "Why don't you be useful and get some tits," he snapped back. "At least give us something appealing to look at." Still, he did as she asked. He wasn't sure why but fighting with Alicia always got his blood going. It was a little fucking annoying, really. Most of the time he just wanted to hit a bludger at her head. Glancing around for his wife, Clint spotted Daphne with her friend and he gave her a smile. So fucking weird to think that he was married. Before he returned to the group, he stopped in, handed his wife a drink and gave her a quick kiss.
Clint had missed Marcus and as fucking gay as it sounded. He didn't really plan on being that far from his best mate tonight. Things had changed rapidly for him in the past few months and he was still trying to adjust to all of it. And with Flint practically spending every waking minute with his giant girlfriend, well, that didn't leave much time for 'them' time. Not to mention his marriage and wife and all that shite. Fuck. Sometimes, he really missed the whole single life. Mostly, he missed having his best mate around. Coming back to the group, Clint handed Alicia her drink and one to Katie.
"Thanks!" Katie said, attempting to be nice. Clint just rolled his eyes at her. Seriously, she was way too fucking nice. Maybe Malfoy would show up and finish her off. "You're welcome," he grunted, annoyed.