Clint/Lexi/Marcus/Katie
Katie raised her own brow at Lexi's comment about Marcus, not sure what that meant. So... were they... what were they doing? She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. "Lovely," she responded, making a face. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle having to wake up to a half-naked Marcus coming out of her friend's room. Instead, she finished off her breakfast, choking on Lexi's next comment and eyes meeting Warrington's in something akin to horror and nausea. "I'm eating!" she cried, pushing her plate away. The thought of that literally made her want to gag. Shaking her her head, she stood up, grateful she was fully clothed and put her dish in the sink.
Ignoring the conversation around him, Clint dumped his plate in the sink and followed Lexi upstairs. He wasn't really in the mood for a confrontation but he might as well cap his week off with a shitty ending. He could hear the shower running. He stared at the rumpled bed, feeling slightly sick, hoping it was from the copious amount of alcohol he'd consumed the night before but was pretty sure it was all about something else. Fuck. He was not in the mood for this shit. Not even a little.
He milled around the room, waiting for her to get out, hoping that they might be able to resolve some of the tension that was happening. He was sick of it.
Katie, on the other hand, was not at all happy about being left alone with Marcus. After their argument the other night, she wasn't sure she could really stomach another one. That and she was oddly uncomfortable with the idea that he and Lexi were sleeping together. Maybe she was just disappointed she didn't get a chance to have at him. Who knows. "That might be pushing it," Katie said, hoping she'd never see Boo in a purse. "But who knows?"
Standing up, attempting to keep her eyes off of him, she put her stuff in the sink. "So," she said, leaning against the counter, glancing at him. "Captain, huh?" she said, in reference to the rumors about the English national team. "That's a big deal."