#milo03

The night had not been going well thus far. Mari was drunk, hiding from her father, and overall, just in a bad mood. As was so often normal for her this year - something to be unpacked later, not when she was this many drinks in. She was slipping back from the bathroom, intending to go to the bar to get another drink when her eyes caught on her father, the dean doing what he did best, though his face darkened lsightly as he noticed her. Mari winced, glancing away in the same moment that he wrapped up his conversation, surely about to make his way towards her.

She needed some sort of buffer, and fast. Eyes daring around her, she spotted Milo, reaching out to grasp his arm and pull him towards her, the recollection that they...hadn’t really spoken since Thanksgiving coming too late, Mari looking at him as her mouth opened and shut a few times. She didn’t even know how his conversation with the investigation team had gone. “I know you’re pissed at me,” she said quietly, the words coming out in a rush. “And we can keep ignoring that or talk about that later or whatever, but please just help me get away from my dad.”