Apparently keeping alcohol out of his reach was an impossible task. Giving up, she sighed and leaned back. Listening to him whoop, with the occasional return of his head to share his excitement, she barely noticed a fond smile start to creep across her lips. If you didn't know him, it would be damn near impossible to connect his usual persona with what was standing in front of them. Realizing what she was doing, she frowned. Merlin. She wasn't some disgustingly love-sick hufflepuff. It was bloody embarrassing. Get over it, already.
Marcus, on the other hand, was pretty oblivious to a wide variety of things happening just then. He was oblivious to Katie's glaring, Emma's sighs, and even Ade's silence. There was a fluffy white thing on his lap that was oddly comforting and he was overly warm ... he wasn't sure whether or not that was the tight quarters or the alcohol. Speaking of alcohol, Clint's sudden arrival reminded him of something that really had nothing to do with Clint. Snatching the bottle of whiskey from Clint's hand before Ade could reach for it, he took a drink.
"I went to see your cowboy," he slurred, handing the whiskey back to Clint. He was tempted to keep it, but he didn't want to keep holding the bottle. He was lazy like that. "Since Bell was so helpful. He wasn't home so I slept with his new girlfriend in his flat." It was said with such a straightforward and calm tone that it took her a moment to realize what it was he'd said, leaving her to gap at him. She hadn't wanted to tell them, oddly embarrassed about the whole thing.
"You didn't!" she gasped, knowing without having been reassured that he had. This was Marcus, after all.
"Bottled the memory and left it on the counter," he sighed, making a face. "You owe me one round of good sex. It was boring and terrible and all I could taste for hours was smoke. So stop being so sad all the damn time. It's irritating as fuck." His voice was gruff again and Lexi laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. It was really a terrible thing to have done and she shouldn't feel as good as she did about it, but in Marcus speak that was about as close to "I love you" as anyone could possibly get.
"Whatever, Jerk," she tossed back, knowing he'd appreciate that more than any straight out thanks or appreciation.
Adrian hadn't been all that excited to go out, but had done so as an excuse to avoid the Manor. He was worried about his Mother, but she refused to give in even a little and it was frustrating. He'd been quite since they'd gotten into the car, comfortable in his spot beside Emma and across from Katie. He wasn't entirely sure how Katie had gotten dragged into this mess, but he supposed the more the merrier. As he sat there, his thoughts moved from silence to the familiar features he could see in Katie. So odd. As he watched her, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"You look familiar," he muttered, studying her still. "Like my aunt. It's weird."