When Mark agreed to the water, Maureen set the forks on the coffee table and got back up to get the water. Clearly she wasn't really thinking straight otherwise she would've stayed near the fridge until the drink of choice had been made. She grabbed a bottle of water, then made her way back to the couch, handing the bottle to Mark, then plopping down on the couch again.
Oh Mark was on the right train of thought. Joanne wasn't here and that was a large part of the problem. Even though in the time she was from the two had broken up again, that didn't mean Maureen didn't love her. Maureen just refused to change and Joanne refused to take her shit. But that was exactly what Maureen needed, someone to say no, to stand up to her.
Maureen shot Mark a mock offended look. "Hey, a girl likes her chocolate. So fucking sue me." She shook her head and chuckled half-heartedly. It was actually a small miracle that she was sober at the moment. She'd had a beer earlier, but that had actually been it. So today was a better day as far as alcohol went, but in everything else, it was a bad day. Maureen actually had to sit and think about things that hurt, and she didn't like dwelling on the bad things. Maureen liked fun, not being dragged down. Famine's influence aside, it was why she drank a lot. Alcohol was the only way she could get back into her fun mode because there was just too much else dragging her down. But right now, she was the Maureen that she never let anyone see. Her outward appearance gave clues to what was going on inside her head and how she felt currently.