[PT-PP-F07] - Pissed -

[Mari 1]

She had been to the estate only twice before, and both times had been with Cordelia. It was late, and her foosteps echoed on the stone pathway that lead to the large home. If truth be told...Mari wanted to see the woman. It had been far too long since she had. And she missed the others company. Still, it was a gamble if her or Oscar would be here.  What did the chisled man call the place again? Oscar Meyer Mansion?  The woman snorted, amused. It was so very typically him. The Oscar of her memories, the one who would come crashing down from nowhere screaming about his wares and weiners. That seemed like such a long time ago now...

In essence, it had been close to three years - at least in this digital prison. With time dilation who knew how long had passed outside. 

 

Why did she come here though?

Mari tilted her head to the side. Lancaster. The asshole, somehow got her riled up and then with nothing more than a delicate kiss on her forehead left her - and Mari wondered if she would ever see the man again. Mari didn't really feel like talking to Freyd about this. Baldur and Macradon were too busy prepping for the floor raid. Atan - would probably stab her the moment she tried to talk about anything personal and the rest...simply disappeared, so that left Oscar.

"damn..." Mari muttered with a deep inhale. She needed to make more friends. Or maybe not. Mari didn't really like the idea of opening up to others. She clutched a very expensive bottle of whiskey in her hand, half of its contents currently residing within the pit of Mari's stomach. She reached up and knocked loudly on the door. 

"Ayayay...." She called out, slightly slurred. "Anyone home!!~~?"