As Scar got up Martin placed the cool unopened beer on the table, as he watched her jog the  distance to her car, Martin caught him self checking out Sarahs friends rear end. Mentally chiding himself for being such a guy he had to admit Puck had found a women almost as beautiful as he had. That she was his girlfriends friend didn't hurt either.<br/><br/>Martin had always wanted to be part of the in crowd surrounded by beautiful friends and well to do males, it is one of the major reasons he was where he was when he met Puck for the first time, Grinning at his own stupidity as his mind washed back to that night, who knew but the fates that it would lead him to be standing here.<br/><br/>As he felt Sarah's warm hands on him back then the soft yet firm press of her breast against his forearm Martin smiled slightly as he watched Scar pour the keys out on the table, lightly picking one up he looked at it. This simple object was what he had seen men ruin themselves to attain, the American dream was built on this very ideal and he was about to enter a place he could call his own, with a women who was devoted to him, a great friend who had stuck through it all with him and his rock who in time he hoped would become a friend. He looked at Sarah<strong>” Yes we are babe, the only question I have is are you ready?</strong><br/><br/>As Scar shut the door in their faces Martin laughed at the almost Puck esq move<strong> I believe she wanted to get set up, But this gives me a moment to do this </strong>As he talks to Sarah he pulls a small shiny penny from his pocket and slips it onto the top of the door jam, before he slides his key into the lock of the door, and turns it as he opens the door, he turns and picks Sarah up as he steps backwards through the door way before turning to face Scar<strong>” Now we are in our home</strong>