Re: 9:45ish
"Oh aye," she questioned in interest, taking a sip of the dark beer and hmmming in appreciation. She'd grown up with the stuff. Good. Delicious. Perfect temperature and everything. "Oh I dunno. Being bossed around can be fun if you switch it up every once and awhile." Her eyes flitted over to Cath and she smirked faintly. But her smirk turned into laughter at talks of a woman making out with Mary. "Christ, girl. You're the most popular thing on the boat tonight!"
She momentarily wondered if Cath was imagining it but didn't chance a glance at him just in case. "Clearly they forget about the healing powers in alcohol, aye?" She laughed at the both of them and shook her head a little. "Anarchy, anarchy, fuck the world," she chanted like a professional. Not that she was an anarchist but it made for a good cover.
Mae stopped teasing the marks but removed her hand in such a way that the sleeve stayed rather open... Just so Mary could peek at the handcuff marks if she chanced a glance that way. She was showing off.