For Maxxie.

Jun 27, 2011 22:19

From here

It had taken a little convincing, talking his sister into letting him walk back without him, but when he'd told her he wouldn't be alone, when he maybe hinted that he might not be coming back to their room right away, realization dawned in her eyes and suddenly she'd become really, really intent on gleefully shoving him out the door with a parting shot about using protection.

He'd found Maxxie near the blackjack tables, and they'd had one last drink, making a show of enjoying the party before hurrying out into the night. It was a long walk, but it did little to calm Marshall's anxiousness, his skin practically tingling with every accidental and not-so-accidental brush of their hands as they walked down the boardwalk side by side.

"So, um, here we are," Marshall said, gesturing toward the Compound up ahead, feeling like he was suffocating in the stiff layers of his tuxedo.
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