Brothers are such dicks - Marina, Percy, Giles

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Marina didn't dress up to meet Percy at their usual haunt, always feeling like dolling up for a bar meant you were on the pull. Pulling was the last thing Marina was interested in, as usual. So in her white top and dark green trousers, she was one of the less revealing women as she entered the bar, stopping Percy quickly and lifting her hand in greeting as she wandered over.

"Hello, Rudolph," she said, slipping up onto the barstool next to him. "What are you drinking?"

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And suddenly things were a whole lot more awkward. Could she pretend she hadn't heard him speak? Could she pretend she wasn't even here?

No, she didn't want to look at Giles, didn't want to see him seeing her. So instead of even turning to Giles, Marina reached the short distance to Percy, wrapped her fingers in the front of his shirt and dragged him against her. And then she kissed him, mustering as much visible passion as she could. She wanted it to look natural, as though it had nothing to do with Giles, but how could it possibly even look that way? Damn Giles!