The reference to<em>the Ariel</em>had made Marc blink and nearly choke on his whiskey, though he hoped he'd covered it well. He realized he'd been continuously taking sips of the second whiskey on the rocks, plus the 'body shot' within the hour, and he was<em>feeling</em>it. While not drunk yet, his desire for social lubrication made him a bit tipsy. He flinched when Stacy skated her finger across Marc's shoulders. While certainly the back of his mind had eager wishes, he had doubts that he was conceivably that lucky.<br/><br/>First, though it wasn't as strictly outlawed as if he were her professor, he was Megan's T.A. That would be more awkward than anything, though she was certainly attractive. More than that, though, he didn't get the feeling that he'd made a good enough impression on Stacy to make her want to get anything such as that so soon, if even not from her. Especially not from Megan, whom he was finally gathering was more than just a dear friend to Stacy.<br/><br/>The wavering between which person would be so lucky made him even more suspicious of what was actually happening, though it worked wonderfully to simply build tension until she revealed the true victim. Marc laughed out loud at the flourish at which she revealed the strap-on.<br/><br/>"That's quite a bag of tricks!" He exclaimed, exhaling.