The doorbell rang and Max walked lazily over to get it. Some of his dancer friends, most likely, since Acer's guests tended to just walk right in. They knew the house rules (or lack thereof) and were familiar with the place. This was the first time some of Max's friends had even gotten his address though.
He smiled at the two elegant girls standing in the doorway and held the door open for them. "Ladies," he acknowledged. "Beer's in the kitchen." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. "And actually, I have a friend I want you to meet, too."
The girls exclaimed over the apartment (which made Max roll his eyes. Typical girls. There was nothing special about the bachelor pad) and one picked up a figurine he had placed decoratively on the coffee table. Max made a mental note to put that in his room when she was done with it - didn't want it getting smashed by a rowdy drunk.
"Ace! Hey, remember when I told you about Carly and Megan? They're here." He knew Acer would be very pleased to make their acquaintance. Carly was a tall, thin blonde with long wavy hair and big green eyes. Megan was brunette and equally tall and thin - both could pass for super models, but they had a muscular, lithe grace that made them even more appealing.
Max was feeling good about the evening. And night. And potentially wee hours of the morning. This party would be great, and hopefully the neighbors wouldn't call the cops about disturbance of the peace. He wondered how many people would show up. He hadn't been to a good party in a while, and didn't quite know how Acer's parties usually went. Obviously well enough, since this many people were here already.