When the girl was done reading the invitation, Ben took it from her hands.<br/>The message on it was mostly the same of his, mostly. The wording was a little different, and that difference consisted in the word "orgy".<br/>Now, there were different possible scenarios there, from the most convoluted prank he had ever seen, to an actual orgy. Analyzing them would have required at least few minutes, but Ben wasn't the type. He grew up playing football bare footed, and dropped out, of what people was calling school, as soon as he was able to get a job.<br/>From his point of view there were only to things he could do: leave the house or go along with whatever the thing was.<br/><br/>A young athletic man, in a room full of willingly women, one just a few inches away, no surprise about his choice.<br/>He looked at the brunette sitting with him. She was stunning, short, but with a lot of things in that tiny stretch that was her body. Add a light dress that left very little to the imagination, and Ben temperature was already raising.<br/>Ben Looked around, another couple had started to make out.<em>"if this is some kind of buffet I should get myself going, before I'm left only the leftovers."</em><br/><br/>Problem was: the girl seemed to be as surprised as he was. So maybe, suddenly jumping on her wasn't the best course of action.<br/>He looked at her, trying to read her. She didn't run upon understanding the kind of party this was, so maybe she wasn't too bothered. Her laugh was nervous though, that could have only meant she needed time to go on her pace.<br/>"Well" Ben addressed her, closing on her ear, while she was looking the readhead and brunette taking advantage of the last guy "it seems we two were the only ones not to know what kind of party this was." Then proceeded "Should we run or try to blend in?"<br/>He gave the girl the choice, as a proper gentleman, though his proximity to the girl and his hand, casually slid on the side of her waist, were giving away his choice.