"Oh, so now you're calling me feminine?" He huffed and pursed his lips, narrowing his gaze at her. He wasn't offended in the least, but he liked to give Maya a hard time when he could get away with it. "Well, just so we're clear, there's nothing feminine about me. And nothing even remotely masculine about you." He reached up to trace her jaw. "Except maybe this. It's a little strong, your jaw." He grinned wickedly and pushed off the wall.
As he walked backward he shrugged. "I've got connections, haven't you heard? They let me in anywhere." Again, he was joking, but it was partially true. His father's reputation alone could usually get him whatever he wanted, but there were limitations, especially when it came to humans. They weren't as easily swayed by the power his father had in the business community. They didn't care about supernatural businesses.
"Sounds like a plan. If it isn't a good party, it won't be any fault of ours." He turned and pulled the door to the rink open, gave her a last long glance and then slipped inside. Turned out, Matt was there. He groaned and wondered if he should just slip right back out and pretend he'd never shown up or actually do his duty as co-captain. What he ended up doing was telling Matt that something else had come up and to plan the try-outs however he wanted. He'd back him up.
He pushed the door back open to the outside, scanning the area to see if Maya had stuck around or split on him.