"Ugh, kids are so much easier before puberty hits," Steve jokes, straightening the cuffs of his shirt. He knows that he has kind of a unique relationship with that group of kids, but it's kind of holdover from the gaggle of them that he had at home. He's explained that to Maeve, at least in vague terms, so he's pretty sure that she gets it.

"As comforting as it is to know that I have a gaggle of lanky teenage boys at my disposal," he teases, quirking a brow at her as the car pulls up, "I only have eyes for you."

And it's true, too. Normally with parties like these, Steve would be going stag and eager to see who he might find there, and what they might get up to, but not this time. Tonight, he has a date, and he want to spend a reasonable amount of time with her at the party before whisking her away to a hotel suite so they can have sex in a giant tub.

"Come on," he says happily, opening the car door for her. "I have a bunch of pubescent boys to impress."