[color=#b14767]"Bast!" Exclaimed the chocolate point worriedly, though there was no denying the sudden spark of awareness that lit up her gray eyes. She wasn't completely drunk, not yet, but her once rosy lenses had certainly been ripped off come Suiteheart's arrival. [color=#b14767]"Why'd you tell her?" She inquired, tail swishing in any almost anxious fashion behind her. Suite was not fond of this version of Margaery and she could faintly detect her wife's worry for her through their bond. In the past, she might have grown angry but she didn't wish to cause a scene at this particular moment in time. She and Suite were already navigating troubled waters- if Marg were to allow her entitled attitude to cloud her judgement, she would only succeed in worsening their issues.

And so, she surprised even herself by knocking the glass over and allowing its contents to spill out all over the ground, flinching slightly as she realized that she had just wasted good quality alcohol. [color=#b14767]"Maybe..." She began uncertainly, [color=#b14767]"You're right." Hazel's arrival was a welcome distraction and Margaery, in spite of the distress she was feeling, flashed her a warm smile. She quite liked Hazel.

[color=#b14767]"You can be..." Her interest was once more piqued by Bastillepaw and it seemed as if she either had forgotten that he "told Suite" or had chose to forgive him for it. [color=#b14767]"My third favorite," She supplied confidently, not knowing who exactly came in second but rather, appreciating how nice it was to say the word 'third'. [color=#b14767]"Oh no! I could never! My songs aren't very good," Margaery confessed, shooting a sweet look at her wife. She supposed that that was a lie in its own way, but the chocolate point's mind wasn't as intact as it normally was. [color=#b14767]"She knows how much I love her though." There was a pause and then, her metaphorical brows stitched together in confusion. [color=#b14767]"I hope she does anyways."

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