Ghost Story

[Marian Hawke]

"Sorry," mumbles Marian, shivering a little. Why is it so cold in here?

[Carver Amell]

"Sorry," growls Carver. "I was fucking worried you were-- do you ever think about anyone but yourself!?"

[NPCs]

"Hey now, little dude," Drake protests. "She was thinking about me you know? Ease up."

[Carver Amell]

"This doesn't concern you," he snaps. "Get out of here."

[NPCs]

"Mary's my squeeze, so yeah, it does concern me," Drake counters, wrapping an arm around Marian. 

[Marian Hawke]

She can't help it; she stiffens under his arm, swallowing back the panic his touch elicits. Now? Here? In front of Carver? (No, he doesn't mean that, he's just being friendly). 

[Carver Amell]

"It's almost midnight. Go the fuck home."

[NPCs]

Drake snorts. "Not a little kid, my boy," he draws in his best 'fancy' tone. "Make my own hours these days." Thanks to Mary anyway. Between her paying for most meals and my 'side business' it's easy enough to get by with just some odd jobs. 

[Carver Amell]

"Well make them somewhere else. This is family business."

[NPCs]

"Techy little shit," Drake murmurs to Marian. "Look, what's bugging you anyway?"

[Carver Amell]

"What's bugging me is that Marian doesn't give two shits about her family, she's always just doing whatever she wants, nevermind the rest of us."

[Marian Hawke]

"That's not true," she mumbles. "Please, not tonight. Just let it go."

[NPCs]

"What's wrong with her spending some time with her boyfriend?" Drake asks, frowning. The fuck is wrong with this kid?

[Carver Amell]

"She didn't tell anyone where she was going, she just up and vanishes, just like--" Carver still can't say his twin's name, but Marian flinches, knowing where this is going and having nothing to justify herself. 

[NPCs]

"Like..?" Drake's eyes widen. "Woah, dude, not cool. You shouldn't be making comparisons like that man! That's the sort of talk that gets people burnt, you know? Damn, not cool, dude, not cool."