His eyes never left the two lovely ladies that escorted him to their room.  For a minute, he played over the stories he would tell them about how he got some of scars that littered his bare flesh.  Yet he relaxed, knowing some women loved a man with scars and tattoos.  His head traveled from amanda to Chris who draped her arm about him.  He was already two drinks ino the evening, yet he felt his arousal lightly pressing against his dress pants.<br/><br/>"So you're common to these affairs?" He asked about the useless party they just left to try and make small talk.  His hand slipped down to the small of Chris's back to hold her close.