Sadie Hawkins? Fuck that.

It wasn't that he hadn't been asked - he had, by Marianne, only about a thousand times - but school dances were not Ciaran's kind of social mixer. And unfortunately for his little British friend, there wasn't a guilt trip strong enough to convince him to go.

An impromptu banquet, on the other hand, sounded quite tempting.

They didn't say that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach for nothing, and Ciaran was no exception. Food, especially food that had been freshly prepared by someone else was an offer that he just couldn't turn away from.

And so he traipsed over to Beauregard house, more concerned with what was on the menu than who might be there.