<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari had wandered off after greeting Samuel, with her usual behavior. It was really something she did without even realized it could come off as rude or a number of other things. Lucky for Mari she had her friends to explain her behavior to other people before they got offended. The hostess would probably be mortified if she actually stopped to think about how it could appear to other people.<br/><br/>At the moment, though, she was happily carrying on with her night, oblivious to the fact that her behavior probably seemed very strange to Samuel, and to the fact that he had noticed the almost completely faded bruises on her cheek. Had she thought about it, Mari would probably have rushed to explain what had happened. Or at least as much as she could explain without seeming to be a complete maniac.<br/><br/>But, ignorance is bliss, right? So she went on with her checklist, fixing some little thing here and there, and happy to see most of the club was ready for the patrons. Mari's only pause in her routine was to greet - in her own way - a very well known figure whom, she was sure, had been up to no good, judging by the fact that he had chosen to stand on a very quiet spot in the club. <br/><br/>With a big smile and a peck on the cheek of the - real - Cheshire, Mari shook her head. "Mischievous kitten - check. What have you been up to, darling?". Before he could reply, Mari rolled her eyes. "And don't even tell me you haven't been up to anything. I'm sure you have, otherwise you wouldn't have this proud of yourself look on your face, kitten."</div>