cannibal; kendall roy

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Sands had been one of the more confusing Roy family events Marguerite had been to. Willa's Connor funded play had been a mess, and Marguerite wasn't even much of a theater person. In fact, she had wanted to skip the play entirely to plan and coordinate for her big, stupid, New York wedding. Which had sort of evolved into Kendall and Logan's wet dream of how to convince politicians, shareholders and whoever else do dig on in with Waystar.

The guest list was looking more like it was being sorted into politics rather than Kendall and Marguerite's own guests. Like she was queen of the democrats and liberals and Kendall got the off hand conservatives and  quacks from ATN. Maybe some centrists, and whatever Connor was.

To her, it was pure lunacy.

Kendall hadn't even extended invites to Rava or his own kids yet. That made her nervous.

The whole thing made her nervous.

Marguerite hadn't ever really planned on getting married, she'd figured it wouldn't be in the cards for her. Considering how the only real relationship she knew had been with a now formerly married man who was ten years older than her. She didn't count her other brief partners, or Tom. Anything or anyone tainted by Shiv wasn't her problem, or something she mildly cared about.

But as the date lingered closer, she felt more anxious. Considering how last minute the whole affair was, and how she was unsure if she'd even be sober for her own wedding. Hell, maybe she needed to be drunk for it.

But back to Sands.

"That was uh, it was something" Kendall muttered to her in the bathroom, sniffing a quick line before looking up at Marguerite, who was fixing her dress in the stall "You're going to have to fucking uh, come up with a compliment. I don't have shit to say."

She shoots him a look "You need to shave."

"You're not digging the uh, the look?" He asks, raising an eyebrow

"It makes you look like a homeless person who wandered into Saks."

"Into Saks?" He winces "Fine. You convinced me."

And out of the bathroom they went, an arm wrapped around her waist gently as they walked over in the direction of Willa and Connor. Trying to think of something positive to say, as they approach Kendall taps her side with his pointer finger, signaling for her to speak.

"Congratulations, it was wonderful" Marguerite offers, shooting a small smile to Willa "Much better than some of the plays I've seen."

"Oh? Thank you. But um, I'm sure it'll get better with the" she looks to Connor and then back to the couple in front of her "improvements."

"You're a playwright" Kendall says, eyes darting around "I didn't realize, but uh, there's definitely talent there."

"Thank you" she awkwardly chuckles "I've um, I've always told you that I'm a playwright."

"Yeah but you know, Roman says he's written a screenplay."

"Thanks bro" Connor says, interrupting

"Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to get out of the house, you know uh, have a little date night."

"This is the worst it'll be" Connor adds, causing Marguerite to look down into her drink, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable for Willa. "It can only get better."

Marguerite looks at Willa for a moment and then clears her throat "Can I go get you another drink? Please?"

"Oh, uh. Sure. Yeah." She looks at Connor, who mainly just waves her off, seeming happy that someone in his family was attempting to make an effort to include or willingly talk to Willa.