ALWAYS REPPING FOR THE LOW LIFE | open + wasted

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"You're absolutely insufferable when you're drunk, Bast," Margaret responded, attempting to sound somewhat stern but failing. Humor quickly and easily crept into her tone, finally prompting her to emit a bit of a giggle. Perhaps her overall lightheartedness stemmed from the fact that her mistake had been forgotten in Bast's drunken brain. She was still fretting terribly over whatever previous transgression she had accidentally committed and wanted nothing more than to reconcile with the Seraph. If she obtained the means to do during this little episode, she'd run with it. [color=#b14767]"And her? Lovely? Pft, you're such a typical boy. Have you seen Shay? Now she's lovely," she continued to laugh.

Margaret would greedily take a swig, ignoring the sharp warmth that filled her chest. She knew that chugging a couple mouthfuls of vodka wasn't the wisest decision but she was an immortal for goodness sake- she could handle it. Pulling the handle away, she studied the label, turning her nose up in faux disgust. [color=#b14767]"This tastes like it was seven dollars and probably on sale," She announced with a gleaming smile, the fangs that Bast just noticed on prominent display. She had been there done that with cheap wine before, hence why she only drank alcohol that was obnoxiously expensive. Her original comment still stood though- sometimes you needed the shitty stuff to humble you.

[color=#b14767]"I don't remember the last time I bit anyone as intoxicated as you. Your blood will taste absolutely horrible and honestly? I'm not about any of that. The sweeter the better, you're out of luck, darling," she countered, laughing until Shay and the others arrived and promptly ruined her fun. [color=#b14767]"Mea vita," She half-whined, [color=#b14767]"I'm literally an immortal vampire what's the worst that could happen?" She couldn't die from alcohol and typically, she was a rather happy drunk. There had been one or two instances in the past when her stress had mingled quite freely with the impairment alcohol offered her and an outburst had ensued but she was as happy as she could be in this moment- no such thing would happen.

It was Hazel's words that momentarily caused her to snap back into reality, concern dancing like twin flames within her gray eyes. Her displeasure was more than obvious and for a moment, Margaret wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Bast beat her to speaking though and she watched (in admittedly what only could be considered amusement) as he called her 'my light'. This was the direction she had been hoping this all would go in, especially with his previous drunken escapade dismissed. She supposed it all came down to Hazel's reaction.

Rin and Luna's concern captured Margaret's attention next and she gazed at them with a puzzled expression. [color=#b14767]"My eyes change too, look," She offered, a wicked grin once more coming to life upon her face as she urged the gray to change to copper and the veins underneath her eyes to grow startlingly present. Combined with her fangs, she certainly looked the part of a monster but quickly quelled that side of her, returning to normal in attempt to spare them the horror. [color=#b14767]"I don't see what the big deal is," She supplied next, shrugging. She was more concerned with the fact that she certainly wasn't sober anymore. Once a lightweight, always a lightweight she supposed.