Malachi walked in to CCI’s main hall and immediately felt like this was a mistake; it was a jungle of pink, white and red streamers and hearts were everywhere. He saw some couples arm in arm and he shoved his hands in the pockets of his dark gray dress pants.

He looked around the room to see if any of his buds were here; laughing to himself, Mal dropped his head, If they’re here, they’re here for some girl. This was insane…girls didn’t want a guy like him for relationships. He had a bad reputation and a sketchy lineage; yep, he was just good to party with and maybe for a one night stand, but no one wanted him for the long haul.

What the fuck, he might as well grab some punch and a few snacks; the tall, slender Beauregard took a spot by the snack table and checked out the girls in their finest.