Marcus was quite content to nurse his firewhiskey at the bar until such a time as he could escape this pathetic excuse of a social event. He supposed he should enjoy this. He had been born into this world. His family name was as old as the Pucey's or the Malfoy's. He should enjoy rubbing shoulders with the rich, but it had never been his thing. He enjoyed Quidditch, he enjoyed the attention, but he did not enjoy the obligations of being that perfect role model. There was no such thing and he sure as hell was going to spend his time living up to it.
He'd just ordered another glass of firewhiskey when a familiar presence made itself known at his side. "And I you," he commented, taking a drink before turning to eye his new company. He couldn't say it was a bad decision as she was wearing a dress that he was sure walked the line of appropriate. It suited him just fine, in the end, as it left the vast majority of her legs free for his eyes to roam and roam they did.
"Then again, I've never been good at following the rules either." Turning, he leaned against the bar, facing her. He was not surprised by the disapproving looks coming their way and it wasn't long before the murmurs spread. He glanced away from her to find Dobbs glaring at him. Chuckling, he lifted his glass in a toast before taking a drink and turning back to Katie.
"Did you have a nap before venturing out this time?" he taunted, raising an eyebrow at her, "Lord knows you tire out easily."