Marc looked to his watch when the he heard the doorbell. His pulse began to quicken, as flashes of last year raced through his head. The swirl of bodies, moans and liquor was formidable, and he couldn't wait to do it all again, this time more prepared.<br/><br/>He opened the door genially. Not one, but two beautiful women stood on the front porch. One, a bright platinum-haired delight, and one lithe red-head stunner. He blinked.<br/><br/>"Can I help you?" he asked, feigning confusion before chuckling and smiling warmly. "Just kidding, welcome, come in. My name is Marc." Like last time, he thought it odd to shake hands before an orgy, but all the same he did so if that was what came naturally. He kept a lookout for the light greeting hug women sometimes gave, to prevent the awkward handshake instead of hug routine. He was careful not to let slip his last name, being the only rule and all.<br/><br/>He had heard another car driving up, though he was hard-pressed to take his eyes off of these two women. Hearing the sound of the cab's occupant nearly face-plant drew his attention temporarily. "You okay?" He called out to her, feeling half rude to leave from introducing himself to run to the aid of another, but he stepped to the edge of the front porch to make sure she was ok.  If she made her way well enough to the front porch, he'd let them all in, introduce himself to Amy, and offer them a drink.