He caught something about that as he had come up. Why was he arguing about beers? Beer was beer, and while there were definitely some better than others, one didn't complain when the beer was free. It was just bad manners to do that. If you were paying for it, bitch all you wanted. But at a party? No. That was a party foul.

"Hmm, so you have been having fun. That's good," the cadet turned his head, nipping at Mal's ear, his arms tightening around his waist, thumbs hooking into Mal's jeans. His lips moved, nuzzling at the space just beneath the corner of his jaw. "I was worried you'd gotten locked in a room or something."