Maryanne wasn't feeling exactly joval. Not her usual cheerful, smile because she could be charming self. She had to fight the urge to keep from collecting all the people she loved, build an island proof bunker and seal them all away. And it was getting harder and harder to hide her cracks.
She needed her boys. Harry, Sean, and Mitchell. She half thought about calling Clint. But she wasn't exactly sure she wanted him to witness her drunk off her ass. Harry had already seen it. Mitchell had seen the aftermath at the very least. Sean, well she wasn't sure that he'd ever caught her drunk. But who could you get drunk with if not your twin?
Hooked on the waist band of her tattered denim shorts was a crate that would have been awkward for most. But she managed with a little more grace than others had. Maryanne hadn't bothered with fancy. Just a simple white ribbed tank, and the shorts. Her feet were bare, as usual, as she made way toward Harry, Mouse, and some guy she'd barely seen on network. What was his name?
"What are our plans for tonight Brain?" She greeted. Though she'd been half tempted to just give a high pitched whistle and take come what may.