[Graham sprang into the party room with the manic gleam of a man possessed in his eye. So, in other words, his default. It didn't take long for his enthusiasm to deflate slightly. All the couches, pillows, and refreshments implied that he'd been wrong about the type of party. Again.
Amelia had seemed quite eager about it during practice. She'd gone on and on about how, if any of the attendees were lucky, there'd be lots of pounding and thrashing and screaming by the end of the night. And that sounded wonderful. But now it was clear that, once again, it was an excuse to kiss a lot. And not a Fight Club.
When, oh when, would somebody form a Fight Club?!
Oh well. Graham was a pretty experienced guy, and pretty much all the sexual activity he'd ever had had been complimented with some of the most entertaining fights of his life. If he had to be naked for it, so be it.
Without really thinking or even knowing what any of the numbers meant, he casually grabbed a slip of paper from each bowl.]
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Amelia had seemed quite eager about it during practice. She'd gone on and on about how, if any of the attendees were lucky, there'd be lots of pounding and thrashing and screaming by the end of the night. And that sounded wonderful. But now it was clear that, once again, it was an excuse to kiss a lot. And not a Fight Club.
When, oh when, would somebody form a Fight Club?!
Oh well. Graham was a pretty experienced guy, and pretty much all the sexual activity he'd ever had had been complimented with some of the most entertaining fights of his life. If he had to be naked for it, so be it.
Without really thinking or even knowing what any of the numbers meant, he casually grabbed a slip of paper from each bowl.]