hiding

She's gettin tipsy

Marco frowned as he watched Alexia. He had been watching her for the last few hours after she had gotten drinks at the bar. It never took Alexia much to get her drunk, usually only one bottle. As of that moment she had consumed four bottles and was now being pulled around on the dance floor by a man that most women would definitely consider handsome. The man's eyes were constantly on her body, his intentions obvious to any sober person. And Alexia was unfortunately very drunk.

Marco sighed as he pushed the last red head away from his side. He was annoyed with the presence from the start. He seriously didn't know how hookers thought they would make money by harassing the men that turned down their services. Unless they were paid to leave, their strategy was filled with flaws. The first woman had finally given up on him an hour ago, her efforts getting her nowhere. He just continued to sit and drink at the bar, hoping they would leave since they clearly didn't understand what not interested meant.

"So are you going to actually do something about that, or are you going to let her make more dumbass decisions." Izo slid up next to Marco.

"Wow, you do just wait for these moments. Do these moment's make your life more satisfying or something? Is this some weird personal pleasure?" Marco asked annoyed.

"It just so happens these moments do make my life more satisfying. I live for the drama darling. How could I not be involved in something like this? Especially when it involves my naïve little sister and stupid older brother. You've pouted over her with this man all night, why don't you do something about it instead."

"I have not pouted," Marco snapped, "She's free to make her own choices, she's an adult."

"I could feel the eye roll from here, that must have hurt your feeble mind. Of course, she's an adult. One that is now too plastered to make any good choices. And we all know she makes dumb choices to begin with. She's only doing this to get back at you to begin with."

"What are you jabbering on about? How would this even get back at me yoi?" Marco asked, confused.

"Well I mean obviously she succeeded since your so riled up now just watching her. Why can't you guys try to get back at each other with ways that aren't dumb as hell with terrible consequences? If you hadn't been so cozy with those two floozies all night we probably wouldn't be here. Well never mind it's you so of course we would be." Izo sighed, annoyed.

"Your telling me, that she got herself drunk, and is willingly getting hit on by a handsy sleaze bag; all because she's mad at me because two hookers tried to screw me?" Marco scoffed.

"That is exactly what I'm telling you, bird brain." Izo nodded his head, patting him on the back in mock praise.

"Have any of you guys seen Alexia for a hot minute?" Thatch asked, looking worried.

"Yea she's right over there." Marco gestured to where she had last been dancing, no longer looking.

"Umm, no she's not." Thatch stated, confused, "She's way too drunk to be off on her own, or with anyone outside the crew."

"Wait have you all been watching her all evening?" Marco asked, sounding slightly disgusted.

"Like you haven't been doing the same," Izo hit him upside the head again, "Of course we have. Our little sister is too drunk to be making rational decisions, if we didn't watch her then god knows what could happen to her."

"Well good watching idiots, she's obviously disappeared." Marco pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood up from the bar stool, "I'll go find her and bring her back to the ship."

"Should he be going off on his own to deal with her?" Thatch asked hesitantly.

"Who the hell knows, either way it will turn out interesting. I need a drink." Izo smirked, sitting himself down at the bar for a drink.

Thatch looked at Marco's back as he disappeared into the crowd around the bar, before looking back to Izo as he enjoyed his drink. Finally, he gave up; joining Izo with his own bottle.