Marcie half nodded, half shrugged. "Yeah. My dad has always been there for me. He's not blameless, but it was my mother's lie." She looked around the gathering, taking in what others were doing. Nobody was really paying them any attention. A log on the bonfire snapped loudly and shot sparks upwards. Marcie necked the last of her beer and dropped the bottle into her lap. "I- Well, the thing is..." She looked up at Cathal, examining his eyes, trying to pull his trustworthiness to the surface. He reminded her a little of Much in some ways, which strengthened her desire to open up.
"Marco has always been my dad, in every way that counts, except... for the DNA part. Mom made a stupid mistake and he accepted me as his and let everyone think they couldn't wait until the wedding." She picked at the edge of the label on the bottle. "My bio-dad is a complete and utter fucking shithead asshole. He is the worst of the worst and I never want him in my life. Never." Her lip curled in disgust just thinking about Ares. "So Marco is my dad, and we get on okay. We both like cars, so, there's that."