"You guys are fucking loud. People can hear you downstairs."
At some point before Cecilia and Rhett's confrontation had begun, Marco has wandered downstairs, to the kitchen. People were just starting to post their responses to today's challenge on the network, and Marco had put his own up and walked away. As soon as he saw the challenge, he knew he was fucked. Maybe it would have been different if it was someone other than Owen, but... Well, it was Owen.
He accepted his imminent punishment, and chose to try to put it out of his mind with copious amounts of beer and dope. He carefully shoved six bottles of beer into various pockets, hoping he wouldn't need to come back downstairs once he was high.
He was on his way back up to his room when he heard the yelling, from not one, but two familiar voices. He only started paying attention when he ended up on the same staircase as Rhett and Cecilia, and he tried to remember what their challenges were as he got closer. He remembered their names being on the list, and Rhett had asked for a gun? No, a knife. But that was all he remembered.
He approached them both slowly, holding out a beer to each of them. Fine, so he'd have to go back downstairs after all. "Everything okay here?"