Rorie/Garret/Mal
Mal had danced to keep from spoiling Garret's evening, and thus far it seemed the man was happy enough to rival the bride. So at least he was doing something right. Still, if pulled onto the floor, he'd do the same thing he'd done all night. Either maneuver them both to the bar for a drink, or towards one of those willing females that had been giving Garret the eye all night. He'd noticed a few cop a feel on the floor. It was a damned good thing he wasn't the jealous type.
Mal's eyes darkened, knowing what Garret was hinting. Catching Garret's wrist in one hand, he held it still against his mouth, kissing those fingertips, brushing them with his tongue. Still, it'd be fun to hear exactly what was on his mind. Mal wasn't one to give up the game so quickly. "If the three of us were to go somewhere, then of course we'd be together, love." He caught the pad of Garret's thumb between his teeth, biting gently and whisking it with his tongue for a moment before releasing.