Katie's biggest problem was that she didn't know how to NOT want Oliver in her life. She'd been entwined with him for so long that it was second nature at this point. The idea of not being in love with him or caring for him or whatever was such a foreign concept to her. She'd carried a torch for him for years. Pushing all that aside? She wasn't even sure she could. But she also knew that it was unrealistic to hang onto something that was so obviously not meant to be. Katie and Oliver were too alike, they'd been friends for too long and they knew each other too well. He irritated her, pissed her off and his cocky attitude made her want to rip her hair out. And yet, the same thing in Marcus? She was slightly turned on by it. She didn't know if it was because that's what she expected from Marcus or what. But Oliver... Katie sighed. She and Oliver WERE supposed to work out in that perfect package with that stupid bow.
Katie had the tendency to see everything in black and white. Unfortunately, it was a huge Gryffindor trait that she just couldn't shake. She knew it didn't make sense but... there you have it. It is or it isn't. That's how her mind worked. Sleeping with Marcus would be good but oh-so-bad. She was a consequences person. She almost always acted before she thought and it usually led to trouble.
She took a bite of her food as it arrived, mulling over his words. Her steak was bloody amazing and, as usual, distracted her from the problem at hand. "Merlin, this is good," she groaned, taking another bite, a blissful sigh escaping her. It was perfect, really. "We're coming here again." She had a feeling she wouldn't be allowed in without Marcus's overpowering presence.
"You have excellent taste," she murmured, taking another bite. God. It was bloody good. Everything was amazing. Avoiding the whole Oliver Wood topic, Katie felt that was the best idea. Instead, they talked Quidditch and food and moved away from sex and everything else they felt like doing to each other.
Katie paid the tab, not really looking at the cost. She wasn't overly concerned though, she realized why the steak had been so bloody good. Standing, they headed outside, the Maitre'd still giving her an annoyed look at her attire. She didn't care. Not really. She didn't have a problem with who she was. Sports bras and all. Standing out in the cold with Marcus, she shivered and glanced up Knockturn Alley. It was creepy as hell. She never did like it.
"You're paying next time," she said, an amused smile flitting across her lips. She hesitated, for just a moment, before leaning in and kissing him. Probably not the wisest choice but... she wanted too. That was her problem. She wanted to snog him.. so she did. As usual, it didn't stay chaste very long. She could taste the whiskey on him and as the kiss deepened, she groaned.