God, Elise was drunk. Luckily, Benson didn't care if she offended Raychelle Bukowski because he couldn't stand that girl. After Cary had told him that the guys called her older brother "Pukeowski," the name sort of stuck for Raychelle, too. Maybe it wasn't nice, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now.
He walked over to Elise, Mallory and her boyfriend. "Good to see you again, Mal," he smiled politely, trying not to focus on how pretty she looked in her dress. Elise was wearing some miniskirt and showing off more skin, but he hadn't even noticed until he saw the girls standing right beside each other. He knew that Elise was beautiful, but he just wasn't attracted to her like he was to Mallory--or at all, for that matter. She was similar to Madeline in that way; his best friend and his pseudo sister-in-law were so far deep in the off-limits category that he barely even viewed them as females. Again, he didn't have that problem with his ex-girlfriend.
He turned his gaze to the guy with Mallory and stuck out his hand in greeting. "Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Benson Retlin and this is my place. Thanks for the beer, man," he added when he saw the case that the other guy held. Turning back to Mal he said, "And for the chips."