Marcus had no bloody idea how is life had come to him bailing Bell out of jail on a Friday night. He was sure there were other, more important, things for him to be doing ... like getting laid. Yet, here he was; forking over the bail money and signing the release. Worse yet, there had been a couple members of the media hanging around at the front of the building. He was sure he could look forward to being splashed across the front page in some sort of love triangle with Bell and a random Hitwizard.
Some days ... he hated his life.
When the paperwork had been completed, Marcus took Katie's belongings and followed some Hitwizard who seemed far too excited to be doing his job just then. Of course, all it had taken was one sight of Bell and the reason had clicked right into place, forcing a roll of Marcus' eyes. Bloody obvious moron. "Flirt later," he snapped, glaring at the idiot opening the cell. Unlike Katie, he felt no need whatsoever with being nice to them. "This isn't a date."
They'd told him at the front desk what she'd been tossed in there for and Marcus couldn't help but shake his head. Drunk broom racing with bloody Wood. Definitely seemed like a good enough reason to land oneself in a cell. Completely understandable. Her apology had him looking at her with a little more exasperation then he intended. She just couldn't leave that idiot alone, no matter how much trouble she landed herself in. "So, what did we learn?" he asked, feigning an inquisitive tone.