When all the pieces of paper were in the hat, he drew or allowed other to draw for him.<br/><br/>"First we see the lucky bastard who get to hop onto that pile of awesome." He smirked, nodding toward Lizzy and Kim. When the blue piece of paper was retrieved, it had the name "Madison" scrawled along it.  The name was spoken aloud, and Marc couldn't help but give an awed whistle.<br/><br/>"Go get 'em." He said, smirking amiably to Madison.<br/><br/>"I'll draw for myself." Looking to Gabi and Lexa. Either one of them would be a front runner to the sexiest woman he had ever had the prospect of getting frisky with. "Whoever I don't draw, tackle Timmy." He reached his hand into the hat, wishing he wasn't imagining how crazy this whole thing seemed. Drawing a name out of a hat, and whomever was on it...well, he knew what would happen for there, or at least he had plans.<br/><br/>He reached his hand into the hat, searching for a pink folded scrap of paper. "I hope this thing gets cleaned after each of our host's<em>events</em>." He smiled, retrieving a piece at last.<br/><br/>"Gabi." He read aloud, glancing toward the most recent arrival. More than a glance, more of a long ogle up and down her form. He removed all the pieces of paper from the hat, now that they were all paired (and three'd, in some cases).<br/><br/>He moved over to where Gabi stood, clinked his bourbon glass to her rum and coke, and gave her a charming smile. "I like to think I'm using a years worth of luck on one weekend." He said, his ice blue eyes fixed on hers. A hand went to her hip daringly, or at least would have been if they were not both at an orgy. It began to sink as he moved his lips close to her ear. "Or perhaps I've used it all drawing you." His lips enveloped her earlobe, sucking at it in between soft nips and tugs with his warm mouth. His hand sank slowly along her backside as he did so.