who: @walshparker where: tri delt valentine’s party when: during spin the bottle
After her horrific turn with Monty, Mari would’ve gladly tapped out for the night - left the game, if not just left the party all together. Valentine’s Day had slowly curdled into her least favorite holiday over the past two years, and she didn’t know what she had expected this year - Greer wasn’t here, but that didn’t make it any better. But she knew that if she tried to sneak away, she’d never hear the end of it. From Monty, from Ida, from anyone who was playing the game.
So Mari sucked it up, leaning forward to spin the bottle.
She acted unbothered as it spun in circles, eyes staring at it, not wanting to look up and see who it could possibly land on - not wanting to get her hopes up or accidentally manifest her worst nightmare (it landing on Monty again). It slowed, rattling towards a stop, Mari only daring to look up when it had landed on someone.
Parker.
It could’ve been far worse.
After their...meeting, at least there could be a relaxation of barriers around her, a small piece of Mari uncovered, aired out when it so rarely got to be. But if she was honest, she would’ve liked to get at least one spin with someone who was into her.
Except Monty was - or had been, once upon a time - into her. That was part of the problem.
Someone she was into that was into her, then.
Mari wanted that moment - the heat with someone, the mutual desire, the door shutting and hands immediately reaching for each other like they had hardly been able to wait. But with Parker, it was clear that was how she felt about Jesse. And with Mari, even though there had been inklings of it towards other woman (one of which was the redhead the bottle was currently pointing at), it wasn’t returned when there was one.
At least not like it had been with Greer.
She did her best to hide any sort of disappointment on her face - it wasn’t personal, there was no reason to make Parker feel some type of way about it. She probably would’ve looked the same no matter who it had landed on, unless she had looked up to see a certain blonde returned to sit across the circle from the bottle (actually - seemed like something Greer would do). Luckily, Mari was good at putting on a fake smile, one that passed for genuine amusement as she unfolded herself to stand, moving towards the closet again. “Shall we?” she asked Parker, a melodic hint of laughter in her words as she spoke.