(Continued from Here)

The walk over to the venue was to be put mildly, difficult. With men in various states of their drunken stupor, occasionally one would get distracted only to have them all shortly after get distracted, with but the sober ones of the group to guide their fellow men. Dancers occasionally went on the streets and getting a few calls from the guys they had to pause while a couple of them stared at the showgirls. When they finally reached the venue, the tickets were thankfully since purchasable, and with reluctance, they were allowed in with the firm warning that drunk shenanigans would not be tolerated.

Fair enough, the guys were probably just going to talk among themselves and make faces at the body suited women while Clerise got an acrobat boner. Actually, a few of them probably would get boners but that was nothing new, they’re just have to make sure to remind the others of the no homo rule.

Unless they were then you know.
That was fine too.

Marcus was seated and staring once more at the architecture of the place, liking the lights and stage and all the moldings and decorations. A dopey grin on his face he was pleased to say to the others,
“Dakota picked the best party place.” Before going back to his kira kira-ing at the place