"What.. I was gone like twenty minutes," Marcus protested, his voice raising an octave as he walked through the door. "You guys are like bunnies or something, it's ridiculous." He couldn't help but laugh, though. Especially when Blue raised a half-empty bottle of whiskey to him. He took it and held it paralax to examine the contents. "Good lord, you fucking heathens."<br/><br/>Lex chuckled against Blue's skin, having buried his face in the nape of her neck while she and Marcus talked. "We're not done," he whispered against her neck before pushing himself up. Something to do with being at least half-way respectful. Though, he had to admit that the rough material of one of the barracks blankets hitting him in the face came as a surprise.<br/><br/>"Put that thing away, fuck," Marcus snickered. The blanket fell into Lex's lap as intended, and his brother didn't comment but he did kind of childishly throw himself back into the cushions. Marcus almost felt a pang of guilt for interrupting them. Almost. However, as he took his first drink of whiskey, he decided that he could just drown the guilt in alcohol. "So, trying to pick a fight with Russell, huh? I just want you to know that he could probably break you in half over his knee."<br/><br/>"Yeah, caught that when I pushed him."<br/><br/>Marcus hummed, taking another drink. "Yeah, like... You would've died. He would've eaten you. Unhinged his jaw like a snake and just-" He gestured broadly, knowing Lex couldn't see it. "He'd have fucking killed you."<br/><br/>Lex buried his face in his hands. "Holy shit I get it." He dropped his hands, one hand searching for Blue's leg. "How did everything go over there?"<br/><br/>Shrugging, Marcus considered exactly how it went. "Fine, I guess. Some twenty-something hipster thinks you're a badass, most of them were impressed by your aim. Scared the<span style="font-style: italic">shit</span>out of Jenessa, though."