Astoria Greengrass (ornately) wrote in impetuousrpg, |
Astoria simply giggled at his statement. "I'm hardly a rebel. But it's getting to be a bit much in that house." She watched as he walked to the bar and laughed again when he mentioned the papers. "Well- the first time I was mentioned, I was mortified. But I'm getting used to it. No sense in stopping talking to you." After all, Marcus was one of Astoria's good friends. Sure, he'd always be the closest to Clint, but she knew he'd be there for her too if she needed it. "And I'd ask you what is true and what isn't, but I think I'd rather not know." She was sure Marcus was being asked left and right what was wrong with him and if he was that much of a squeeze or not, but she ignored it. He was probably sick of the question and answers game by now.
Smiling at him, she nodded in thanks at his statement. He was trying to be flirty, but she was used to it. Though, boosting his ego anymore would probably get them both into trouble. "Let me clarify. I was worried about you." She stood up and walked over to the bar for a moment, leaning against it as he poured them drinks. "Red is perfect, thank you."
Was she flirting? Probably, or at least attempting to considering the fact that she wasn't good at this sort of thing ever. In fact, Astoria often wondered why men even found her attractive. She was kind of weird. Taking the end of her braid and playing with the end, she looked up at Marcus. "So ... How's the team? Sam?"