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"Its not official yet but it is Biblical and s**t but that doesn't count." Not really, also a bit of TMI. "She needs THE ring." He checked his hand. "...Oh right I left it back home cus I was damn sure I'd lose it."

Yeah he was getting mildly drunk.

At Gale's arrival he got a grin. "You take the drink, you drink the drink. Also I plan to get you a lap dance."

Marcus might have planned for that.

"I'd drink the drink, but the drink in question happens to be empty, you lush," replied Gale with a roll of his eyes, thrusting the empty glass back into Marcus' face. "As for the lap dance that's really not necessary now, is it."

His eyes flickered towards Wilson, who looked...well, Gale wasn't certain, but really there was nothing he could do about it, so all he gave the older boy was a small, helpless shrug.

Meanwhile Jinhai was cracking up in his head.

Dakota took the phone with a loud -YOINK- out of Marcus's hands and smiled, dropping it somewhere that should better left untouched.

And then he shoved another Drink in Marcus's hands.

"Drink up Moon Man. Cass will be there when you get back tomorrow." He smiled.

"Everyone to the bitches."

He frowned...where was Clerise...or for that matter, the Trio that left earlier.

Dakota grinned at Wilson and Jerry, "they already got the feathered bitches Marcus. We need to see a circus though."

Eyebrows raised, the redhead smiled, "Oh you're getting married? I just love a good wedding, so full of happiness and JOY." She produced another drink and set it down in front of Marcus. Was the first one already empty? Possibly, it was heard to tell as she whisked the glass away and turned to Dakota. With her free hand she caught at his collar and pulled him down as she went on tiptoe, and gave a swift, laughing kiss, tongue swiping playfully across the roof of his mouth.

A fresh, bright feeling filled him, and the feeling that something amazing was just around the corner intensified. When he exhaled, a small, cool mist would escape his lips. Letting go with a tinkling laugh, she continued, "I love sharing too."

And then she was gone, off into Wilson's direction where the blonde greeted her with a small laugh, and the two book ended the young man with shimmering flesh and merriment and encouraged him to let go, "Doesn't it feel so good to be happy and play sometimes?"

The blonde nodded, "Everybody deserves to have some fun once in awhile."

The brunette perked up at the mention of presents, and she bounced a bit on heels, causing interesting motions elsewhere. "Oh, presents!" Without much ado, she sat down on his lap, "Presents are a wonderful way to make a girl really happy." She held up a finger and poked Jerry in the nose, "But, you have to really think about what will make her happy. Just asking me won't be enough, though if you tell me about her, maybe I can give you some tips." Her expression was happy, but there was something about her that made it clear that gift giving was a seriously important business.

It looked like everyone was already drunk, half drunk, or getting there, and half the party didn't look too pleased about it. Jordan wandered over towards the group, hands tucked into his pockets, looking very much like the cat who'd eaten the canary. "Why the long faces?" he inquired.

Aside from the skinny pink tie, Harrison felt like he was dressed more for a funeral than for a party. He didn't complain too hard about it. At this point in the relationship, Jordan could have dressed him in a ballerina outfit for all he cared.

His figure looked trim, and if it weren't for his face, it'd be hard to guess that under the striped shirt were rows of scar and muscle.

"Going to play cards for a little while," he told the pair, with a wink. Candace was probably better off not knowing about what Jerry was up to.

He lazily found his way to one of the Blackjack tables.

Tapped the cards more than he should have, went over. Pulled out some cash for one of the ladies going around carrying a drink tray. He set the glass on a coaster, and went in for another round.

Marcus was looking at Dakota somewhat pathetically. "Dakota please... Cass is sad okay I NEED to talk to her." The drink was left untouched as Marcus had begun the spiral of '******** I ruined everything Cass hates me must fix'. He wanted his phone back.. along with disinfectant wipes. Like hell he knew where his moon bro had been.

He was worried, and yet he was also pretty okay. Dis was laughing, telling him to just reach down Dakota's pants to get his phone back. While Marcus was GREATLY against this idea, he wasn't getting flustered by Dis suggesting it. He still worried about Cass though. "Please. Just, let me know she is okay? I don't want her mad at me I promised the guys and they'll kill me and that would just make it worse." He wanted to have his wedding. The lady was right, it was going to be happy and full of joy and it would be perfect.

Jordan got the look of 'Kicked puppy Marcus'. "Cass made sad faces at me on twitter and Dakota isn't letting me tweet back to her and I cant have her upset with me. And.... The food here is really good, drinks too." Marcus was more than a little 'buzzed' at this point.
".......I still wanna circus. We're gonna do that."