Fuck you. Not all of us can swim in liquor.

[ She replies, sticking her nose out at him. Typically Marian can drain the liquor right out of her blood, but it's a process that requires energy and most of the time she just lets it go in a natural state. She's done that more in times of emergency where she had to be sober stat.

She notices the suggestion from him and smiles, waving a hand at him. ]

Fine, come in. I just ordered food. I don't know what. I just said food.

[ It'll be great when it gets there, no doubt. Hawke has excellent servants, mostly due to abject fear, the best kind. Her apartments are a strange mismatch of elegant rich society and random swords and items strung up that don't make sense unless people know her. They're all items that her Snipes have brought back to her as trophies or something of the kind, and she displays them as if they're her own wins. She has quite a lot of them too. She has an eye for murderous talent. ]

Darling, did I see you arguing with your sister again on here? Why is she such a brat to you?

[ Marian likes Margo, but she likes him more; ambition wins over sass in the end. ]