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[b]“It's called being polite, or does the youngest child have to teach her older siblings how to conduct themselves in the wake of such family tragedy?"[/b] Mariana raises an eyebrow, standing up as her tongue presses to the back of her teeth. Conduct themselves? 
Good lord, Mariana was [i]really[/i] beginning to remember why she wasn’t around this bloodsucking family anymore. Assholes. 

Though, Mariana could tell Katherine was just as upset about being here as all of them. The dark haired woman was just apathetic towards it. 

[b]“Bartending huh?”[/b] Marianas eyes snap back to her sister, her glass paused at her lips. [b]“It suits you. At least you're not leeching off of daddy dearest anymore... presumably, that is.”[/b]

Oh what the hell. Mariana moves her glass away from her mouth, smiling slightly, her jaw set. “Just because you think you [i]did[/i] something with your little job in the family business, doesn’t mean you are any better than us.” She sets down her glass and braces her hands on the bar, leaning forward as she makes a small “tch” sound, “You were…[i]are[/i], just as much a leech as any one of us.” She whispers, her voice low before she stands straight again, taking her drink and going to sit down, her eyes surveying the family. 

It was fine. This was fine. All she needed to do was get through this, the Will reading, and the funeral, then she was gone.