Marcus just looked at her for a minute before shaking his head. "It's sad that you both had to be drunk in order for everything to go back to normal," he scoffed. She had one fucked up sense of what was normal. Then again, she'd always had a fucked up sense of her place in the world. She'd thought she was bang on surrounded by bloody Weasleys, Wood, and the rest of Potter's band of morons. Where had that gotten her? Cursed and a load of bad sex. Yep, he could definitely see why she wanted to keep going back to that. She was a decent Quidditch player, damn good on occasion, but she certainly wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.
He raised an eyebrow as he suddenly had a her hanging around his neck, brushing a kiss to his lips. If she had expected to keep the rumors to a minimum, she'd gone and screwed that up. Rolling his eyes, he apparated them both to his flat. Seemed like the safest place to go. God only knew what was waiting outside Katie's place and he'd more than enough attention for one night.
Her comment earned him a snort. "Unlike some of us, we aren't drunk by ten o'clock. The night is young." He was very tempted to find a bottle and start nursing it. He felt distinctly like a bloody babysitter and it was rather irritating. Being the only sober person in the room was not all it was cracked up to be. "Besides, I don't bring them home."