you've got a way of making wrong seem right

"Sure I did," Zacky answered, unable to contain the grin that grew on his features. An easy smile settled onto his face as he shook his head. "I offered it to you the first time.." he trailed off, tossing back the last bit of his first glass. "Not the second or third time you took the glass right out of my hands," he pointed out, setting the glass down as he tried to contain a laugh. "But yeah. I guess you're right. I made you drink all my absinthe."

Zacky thanked the waitress when she appeared with their food, wasting no time in digging into his nachos. He'd always been a fan. Quick, easy, and delicious junk food. What else could he possibly want when they were drunk? Absolutely nothing as far as Zacky was concerned.

"Never have I ever?" Zacky echoed around amouthful of nachos, raising an eyebrow. A shots contest would be fun, sure, but he knew upping the ante a bit would simply egg everyone on just that much more. Would it really be all that bad to make the night a bit more adventurous than it already was? He didn't think so.

"I'll go first," Zacky said once everyone had gotten their first shot. "Never have I ever..." he paused, seeming to consider his options. "Never have I ever drank so much that I was still drunk when I woke up in the morning."

"Okay, whoa, whoa, who said anything about never have I ever?" Candace asked, hearing Zacky speak around a mouthful of nachos. In her experience that game usually tended to become overly sexual, which she supposed she could say was better than the way the guys' other favorite game tended to end. Truth or dare tended to end up with someone hurt or close to being arrested. Candace poured herself another shot as Zacky thought up his first option, sighing to herself when she heard what it was. But at least she wasn't drinking alone; in fact, it seemed like pretty much everyone at the table had to drink to that one. Candace eyed Zacky suspiciously. "I think you're lying to me about that one," she accused. "Almost everyone here has done that, including me, but you haven't? I call bullshit."

Candace smirked at him as she reached for the bottle, pouring herself another shot in preparation for the next round. "Is it my turn next?" she asked, looking around the circle. "Since I'm sitting to the left of Zacky?" Hearing no objections to this, Candace pondered her options. "Okay, let's see...never have I ever...had to spend the night in jail to 'sleep it off'." Not surprisingly, Aiden was quick to slam back his shot, shooting Candace a playful glare. She remembered that night well, how they'd all been drinking and Aiden had managed to wander off and get himself arrested. They were all too broke to bail him out, so he'd had to spend the night in jail before they let him go.

"Alright, Corey's turn next," Aiden grumbled. "Get her good."

Candace just rolled her eyes, although she knew if there was anybody who could truly embarrass her, it was Corey. "Okay, okay," Corey started. He grinned and before he even opened his mouth again, Candace knew what he was going to say. "Never have I ever gotten so drunk I climbed a tree."

Candace was quick to reach over and swat him on the arm. "I can't fucking stand you, I hope you know that."

"Yeah, yeah, just drink."

Zacky held his hands up in defeat, unable to quiet the chuckle that sounded when Candace called his bluff. He smirked as he tossed back the shot, his brows pulling together when she decided she was next. It made sense since none of them objected but he was a bit uneasy at what she could ask. This game was all in due fun, what was the worst that could actually happen? He was sure that nothing would, the worst things that would happen would be they'd end up learning a bit too much about each other. Nothing like running around the hotel naked. Nothing that could lead to any real harm or anyone being arrested.

He sniggered at her option, eyeing the rest of the Avenged boys' before taking his shot. They all did. They had all done something that was frowned upon at one point or another. Now, they were a lot less likely to get into trouble because they had matured a bit.. or maybe it was just that they had wisened up. For the most part.

Matt sat up, his eyes scanning the crowd around them before he settled on Zacky with a sly little smirk. "Never have I ever gone streaking down the strip in Vegas.."

Zacky fixed Matt with a glare before he took his shot, his lips pursing as he leaned toward Candace. "He's just jealous because he doesn't have big enough balls to do anything exciting," he murmured, rolling his eyes when Matt threw a balled up napkin in his direction.

Candace continued to grumble at Corey as she tossed back her shot. She was going to have to think of a way to get him back for that. Next was Matt's turn and Candace had to admit, when Zacky admitted to going streaking, her interest was certainly piqued. It was almost impossible not to imagine him naked and for some reason, Candace was immensely curious. Zacky was a very attractive man and...no. What the hell was she thinking? She was with Corey, she shouldn't be having thoughts like that about anybody but him.

"Whose turn is it next?" Candace asked.

"Ooh, mine, mine!" Jimmy shouted. He narrowed his eyes as he looked around the table, obviously trying to think up something good. "Let's see, never have I ever...had someone walk in while I was having sex."

This comment was obviously directed at some of the other members of Avenged Sevenfold, but unfortunately, it held true for her and Corey. Luckily it had only happened one time, but she still didn't think she would ever forget having Nate walk in on her and Corey having sex. Corey thought it was hilarious but Candace hadn't been able to look at Nate for almost a week afterwards. Not surprisingly, when she and Corey both tipped back a shot, they received a few smirks.

"Fuck you guys, we're engaged," Candace said. "And it's not my fault Nate doesn't know how to knock before he walks into a room."

Zacky's face fell when Jimmy shouted that it was his turn because he didn't even have to guess that it was going to be something stupid that he was inevitably going to have to take a drink to. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes when Jimmy declared his choice, Zacky huffed as he raised his shot glass yet again. By the time that you were in your late twenties, who hadn't been walked in on at least once? He seriously doubted that very many adults could truthfully say it.

"I call bullshit on anyone who didn't drink," Zacky said almost as soon as Candace spoke, as if to take some of the heat off of her back. He didn't see it that way, but when Brian eyeballed him, he could tell something was on the other guitarist's mind.

"Either you're a fuckin' liar or your life is boring as fuck," Zacky declared, a little smirk settling on his features as Johnny reluctantly admitted defeat - raising his glass as he elbowed Matt in the ribs. The singer followed suite, his eyes narrowed a bit as he tried to concentrate.

Zacky settled back, triumphant in his call out had been successful. He eyed Candace for a moment before Matt spoke up.

"Never have I ever fallen off the stage in the middle of a show," Matt said, a full blown grin overtaking his features as Zacky fixed him with a hard glare. He raised his glass, never breaking eye contact even as he tossed the shot back.

"You just want to keep your horsecock to yourself and that's just plain not fuckin' fair to the rest of us, Mattieboy," Zacky drawled, giving a onesided shrug of his shoulders. "Not my fault you wanted to hide the truth. We have literally all fuckin' walked in on you."

Candace would never admit to it out loud, but she was relieved when Zacky spoke up and called everyone out. Obviously, sex was a natural part of life and if you did it anywhere but the privacy of your own home, you were bound to be interrupted sooner or later. But it still made her feel a little bit better to know that she and Corey weren't alone in having their alone time involuntarily made a little less alone. Luckily the subject was changed pretty quickly as Matt spoke up with his choice and Candace couldn't stop herself from laughing when Zacky tossed back a shot. She could pretty much picture it. Zacky strutting around on stage, looking like a badass, and then suddenly he was just...gone. She could only imagine the shit he would've gotten for that. She definitely wouldn't ever let one of her boys live it down if they fell during a show.

"How exactly do you know how big his dick is?" Candace asked, raising an eyebrow in Zacky's direction. She was pretty sure she already knew the answer to that question because if Avenged Sevenfold was anything like Divided by Zero, they had no qualms about being in various stages of undress around one another. But it was still funny to ask and possibly get to watch Zacky squirm.

"Everbody knows how big Matt's dick is," Jimmy put in, smirking impishly in the singer's direction. "It's not hard to miss. Watch him next time we're on stage. He gets hard every time."

"Alright, somebody else's fucking turn now before I strangle Jimmy," Matt said. "Who's next?"

"Uh me, I think," Blake said. He pondered things for a few seconds before he spoke up again. "Okay let's see...never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Zacky couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he turned toward Candace, raising an eyebrow. Jimmy spoke up before he could, Zacky beginning to nod even before Jimmy had spoken. "It's fuckin' true. Watch our next show. Guarantee he's hard the whole fuckin' time. The ladies love it," he said, rolling his eyes at the thought. Matt was glaring at him and all he could do was sit there with an ever present smirk on his face.

Huffing at Blake's pick, Zacky tossed back a shot without even thinking about it. Most of the others did as well. His eyes were narrowed even as he set his empty glass down, reaching for the bottle to fill the shot glass right back up. It seemed like he was going to be drunk in a short amount of time, given that he'd been taking a shot every round.

Johnny spoke up, raising his arm. "My turn, fuckers," he said, Johnny's excitement causing Zacky to groan. He wasn't so sure he even wanted to know what was on the bassist's mind but he was sure they were all about to find out.

"Never have I ever been arrested in a foreign country!" Johnny declared triumphantely because he had never been personally - only for the rest of Avenged to end up tossing back their shots.

"You say that like you've never been fuckin' arrested!" Zacky shot back, scoffing as he shook his head. "They probably wouldn't even know what the hell to do with you. Toss you into juvie because that's where little kids go," Zacky said, his grin growing when Johnny only glared at him in return.

Hearing Blake's pick, Candace expected a couple of the guys to take a shot, so she was just a little bit surprised when pretty much everyone took a shot. In fact, it seemed like Candace and Corey were the only ones who didn't take a shot to Blake's pick. "Well shit Corey, it looks like we need to step up our game a little," Candace teased, giving him a nudge with her elbow. "Everyone else has done it so there must be something fun about it, right?" Luckily for Corey, she was only halfway joking about her little suggestion. She'd always wanted to try and be a little bit more adventurous with their...activities and being on tour would hopefully present more opportunities to do just that.

"I can successfully say I have never been arrested, internationally or domestically," Candace said with a laugh, watching the boys of Avenged Sevenfold all take a shot. Minus Johnny, of course. "I'm not sure if that means I need to live a little or if you guys need to tone it down." It seemed like now, it was just a game of the boys outing each other for shit they'd done in the past, which was fine with Candace. She needed fodder to tease them all with later. Since they all now knew her stuck in a tree story. "Who's turn now?"

"I think it's mine," Brian said. "So let's see...never have I ever...skipped work or school to have sex." After a second of contemplation, Candace realized this was something she would, in fact, have to drink to.

"Hey, I was young once," she joked. "And Corey and I had just started dating, so..."

Zacky's face scrunched slightly at Brian's pick before he tossed back his shot. Dropping his shot glass down on the table, he shoved it away from him. When Candace started to defend herself, he could only smirk as he raised an eyebrow. "Every damn person here is either a liar or took a shot," he said with a one sided shrug. It was just one of those things that everyone had done at least once, by the time that you'd hit your late twenties. Zacky had skipped more than he should probably admit to in regards to interviews and photoshoots, claiming to be 'sick', so he could screw a girl.

"'m done. Game's rigged," Zacky muttered when Jimmy moved to pour Zacky another shot of vodka. He waved his hand, shrugging his shoulders again when Brian started to question him.

"I've taken a damn shot every round. I'm not going to make it until our food gets here if I keep going at this rate..." Zacky huffed, tilting his head to the side. He looked up, his eyes meeting with Candace's for a moment. He cleared his throat, looking away from her after a moment.He was getting to that point where he was going to do something stupid if he didn't keep himself in line and he was realizing that.

Zacky sighed as he pushed his chair back, giving a slow, deliberate shake of his head. "Actually. I think I should probably.." he trailed off, waving in the direction of the elevator. "Just head up to my room now."

"Oh what, don't tell me you're chickening out already?" Candace teased, smirking in Zacky's direction. She had to admit, he did look really drunk but it was really his fault. If he hadn't done so many bad things he wouldn't have had to take so many shots. But then again, if Avenged Sevenfold was anything like the guys of Divided by Zero, she wouldn't put it past them to come up with specific situations just so Zacky would have to drink. She noticed the way he looked away from her after he'd caught her eye and Candace couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going through his mind. To her it almost seemed like Zacky was trying to get away from her and she wondered if it had anything to do with the borderline flirting he'd been doing earlier. And strangely enough, Candace honestly didn't have a problem with the flirting, even though she knew she should. It wasn't like anything was going to come from it. It was like Aiden or Nate hitting on her. It didn't really mean anything.

"Oh come on, you have to at least stay long enough to eat," Candace said, giving Zacky's knee a shove when he said he was going to go up to his hotel room. "It'll make you feel better, I promise. Trust me, when these idiots get super drunk, I make them at least eat a sandwich or something. They usually thank me the next morning. But if you want to go to bed, go ahead. I'm probably going to head that way myself once I eat my food. I need to get this one to bed so he can get some rest. Otherwise he'll be super cranky in the morning."

Laughing at the look on Corey's face, Candace moved her hand from Zacky's knee, resting it instead on Corey's thigh. She wasn't really surprised that her mind had switched tracks so quickly. It usually tended to do that when she was drunk. And she was definitely drunk right now. Once the food arrived, it was quickly inhaled by everyone and then Candace more or less dragged Corey upstairs, intent on getting him into their hotel room. She just hoped whoever was next to them wasn't a light sleeper.

{...I don't necessarily remember what our plan was here so I'm running with something. If it's wrong and you want me to redo this post, let me know }

Zacky scoffed as he let his neck roll so that he was facing Candice with an unimpressed face. What? Did she not realize who she was talking to? He was Zacky fucking Baker, practically the king of drinking and not remembering what he did the next day. Half of the things that he had taken a shot to was simply because of the things he had been told that he did. He didn't doubt any of it because he knew how crazy and stupid he could get when he'd been drinking which was the very reason he knew that he needed to get away from Candice before he ended up doing something that he would regret. Or would he even regret it? Hell, he didn't know.

But Candice was asking him to do something and was it really that bad of an idea? Zacky himself had to admit that it wasn't. Eating after you had been drinking was practically a requirement if you didn't want to spend tomorrow regretting your entire life. He let out a sigh at the thought, slumping forward as he waved his hand at her. "Fine. But only because you won't let me forget it," he grumbled more to himself than anyone else. He flashed a smirk before he turned his attention back to the nearly empty glass in front of him.

Zacky was more relieved than he would probably admit when they were served their food. He dove right in, shoving to his feet the moment that he had finished. He gave Candice a pointed look before he turned, swaying on his feet. He muttered under his breath, using the edge of the table to steady himself before he headed for the elevator that he would take up to his room. If he had his luck, Candice and Aiden would be up... and Aiden would be asleep before either of them.

Candace more or less shoved Corey into their hotel room before shutting the door behind them. She wasn't in the mood to really waste any time; she just wanted to fuck and go to bed. And Corey seemed just as eager, tucking her underneath him as they fell onto the bed and kissing her hard. She squirmed underneath him, moaning softly as he started a sloppy trail along her jaw, nipping at her skin as he moved down her neck. Candace rolled her hips up against Corey's, smirking at the noises this coaxed out of him. In the interest of not wasting anymore time, Candace settled her hands on Corey's zipper, undoing it and slipping her hand into his boxers to pull out his cock. She slowly started to stroke him, pressing her lips to his ear as he let his head rest against her shoulder. "Nice and hard for me already, hmm?" Candace purred. "I can't wait to have you inside of me, fucking me until I can't take it anymore. I--"

Candace fell short when there was a knock on their hotel door and honestly, she never wanted to strangle somebody more than she did right now. She considered ignoring whoever was outside but they continued to knock so she knew she would at least have to suffer through someone's company for a little while. "Put your dick away, I'm going to see who's at the door," Candace grumbled, nudging Corey away from her. He seemed just as irritated as she was, grumbling something Candace couldn't quite understand as she went to answer the door. "I swear to God, one of you better be dying," Candace said, swinging open the door. As the "band mom", she was fully prepared to be staring at one the other guys in a varying state of sickness but instead she found Zacky standing out in the hallway.

"Not to be rude or anything, but are you lost?" Candace asked, laughing a little. She turned around to Corey, raising an eyebrow as a way of silently asking what he thought about the situation. Corey just shrugged before pushing to his feet and walking into the bathroom, which Candace took as a sign that he was okay with Zacky being here. "You can come in if you want," Candace told Zacky, stepping to the side to let him in. "I guess you couldn't sleep? Or did you even try?"

Zacky sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched Corey retreat into the bathroom, well aware of what he had just interrupted. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Before the bathroom door had even clicked shut, all of his attention turned toward Candace. He couldn't help but smirk at her question, tilting his head to the side. "No and no," he answered with a onesided shrug. "I'd only be lost if this wasn't your room," he answered pointedly as he stepped inside.

Zacky shoved his hands into his pockets as he contemplated if it'd be wrong to... Corey had been drinking even more than he had so he wouldn't be surprised if the man fell asleep in the bathroom. At the very least, he'd be stumbling around what he was trying to do and Zacky had a few minutes to make what he wanted, happen.

He cleared his throat, turning toward Candace. Zacky took a step toward her, eyeing her body as he felt a rush of excitement wash over him. Maybe it was a matter of getting caught or maybe he was just trying to look more confident than he may have felt. "Couldn't sleep 'cause I had something else on my mind," he supplied, his eyes catching hers. "Seems I might have interrupted something but... I don't mind," Zacky murmured, taking another calculated step toward Candace.

Zacky's gaze flitted to the bathroom door for a moment before his attention focused fully on Candace again. They could get caught but that was half the fun, wasn't it? He smirked at the thought, deciding to roll the dice. "This can be our little secret, hm?" He asked, leaning to press a kiss to Candace's lips.

{I feel like this is horrible I'm sorry }

"Well I'd be lying if I said that we were trying to sleep, either," Candace said. She saw no reason in trying to hide what she and Corey had been trying to do when Zacky showed up. She wasn't ashamed of it and she was sure Zacky was more than aware of what he'd interrupted. She was just about to ask him what he wanted when he started to speak again, his words instantly catching her attention. She wondered what he was on about until she remembered how much he'd had to drink and then she was sure it was just drunken rambling. Corey did that all the time. Hearing Zacky's comment about having interrupted something, Candace couldn't help but smirk. "You might not mind but I can promise Corey is pretty unhappy about it," she told him. "It's probably why he's taking so long in the bathroom."

Candace wasn't sure if it was because of what she'd just said but she noticed Zacky's gaze flick towards the bathroom door for a split second. Then he was saying something about a secret and before Candace could ask him what the hell he was on about now, he was kissing her. If she weren't as drunk, she may have been able to read into the subtle clues Zacky was giving her and she might have seen the kiss coming. And if she weren't as drunk, she might not have leaned into Zacky, kissing him back for a short second before she realized what she was doing.

"I think, um, I think you should probably go," Candace stammered. She gave Zacky a gentle shove towards the door. In the bathroom, she heard the sound of the shower shutting off, which meant Corey would be out in just a couple of minutes and he would surely notice the odd tension between Candace and Zacky. "We can talk in the morning." Not giving Zacky a chance to really argue with her Candace pushed him out of the room, listening to the lock click into place as she shut it behind him.

Zacky couldn't stop the smirk that broke out on his features as Candace leaned into his kiss. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed when she pulled away from him but he was certainly disappointed. He was sure that they could have had a bit more fun, even if it were a few stolen kisses... or touches. At the thought of touching Candace, he couldn't stop the groan that fell from his lips. His bottom lip jutted out in a bit of a pout as Candace stumbled over telling him to leave. "I don't know if you want me to..." he trailed off, eyeing her. Zacky wondered what she would taste like. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, holding his hands up as he began to back out of the door. "But fine. I'll go."

Turning away from her reluctantly, Zacky headed back to his room. He knew that it wasn't just in his mind. Candace had leaned into him when he kissed her. It had been brief but she did and that told him all that he needed to know. It was all the encouragement that a man like Zacky needed because he knew damn well that he was more of a man than Corey was. More than he ever would be.

Dropping down onto his bed, Zacky's hand dropped to his pants. He was quick to undo the button, sliding his hand into his boxers. His mind drifted, wondering exactly what someone else's hand would feel around him. What her mouth would feel like. Groaning as the thought, it wasn't long before Zacky came over his hand and stomach. Zacky grumbled as he stood, heading into the bathroom to wash off before he headed to bed for the night.

It seemed like Candance had only just shut the door behind Zacky when Corey stepped out of the shower, towel hanging a bit low on his waist. Normally this sight would be more than enough for a drunk Candace to practically pounce on Corey but her mind was still on Zacky. Her lips were still tingling a bit from the kiss and her mind couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his lips on other parts of her body, like her neck or in the valley between her breasts, marking a sloppy trail downwards until he was-- no. What was she doing? She had a fiancé, one who was standing in the room with her, one who was more than capable of pleasing her. So why was she thinking about Zacky that way? It made her feel like a little dirty. And a little guilty.

Seeing Corey reach for a pair of boxers, Candace moved over to stop him. With her hand on his wrist, Candace looked up at him with a smirk. "Why don't you just...not get dressed?" she suggested. Normally after an interruption she wouldn't bother forcing it, but she felt guilty about kissing Zacky and her drunken mind felt the need to make it up to Corey, even if he didn't know about it. Hearing what she thought was a sound of declination from Corey, Candace silenced him with a rough kiss, reaching down to undo the towel around his waist. Her hand found his cock, starting to stroke him, and that was all that was needed to persuade him.

The next morning, Candace woke up with a pounding in her skull and a sour feeling in her stomach. She'd hoped that she'd feel better about her situation with Zacky in the morning but that wasn't the situation. She still couldn't stop thinking about how much she enjoyed kissing him, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Zacky awoke a lot earlier than he would have liked. Given just how much he had drunk the night before, he definitely didn't think that he would be waking up before noon. But he did. Without much of a hangover. His head hurt a bit but it was nothing like what he had been expecting so he was more than a little happy. Smirking at the memory of the night before, of Candace leaning into the kiss before she'd pulled away... it was part of what he had thought would happen. He'd been hopeful that she would have wanted more than that but for now, he would be okay with knowing she wanted more of him.

He had been able to see it from a mile away. Candace might be happy with Corey but she wasn't necessarily satisfied with where she was in life. He could provide her with more, he could love her and please her in ways that Corey never was going to be able to. Zacky's confidence had grown since high school, to the point that some would call him cocky. Zacky didn't think of it that way though. He'd never been confident growing up and now, Zacky felt like he was on top of the world. How was that a bad thing?

Zacky headed down to the banquet room of the hotel, heading over to the food tables right away. He joined a table where the guys were, smiling slightly as he greeted them. He couldn't help but wonder what Corey and Candace were up to - had Candace told him what he tried to do? He hoped not because it would cause a whole lot of drama. And if she hadn't told him, it would just add fuel to his need to have her.

She just needed to stop thinking about it, was all. It was a one-time thing, they were both drunk, and it wouldn't happen again. It couldn't happen again. She was happy with Corey. They were engaged and next year, they were getting married. Reluctantly shoving herself out of bed, Candace crept over to her suitcase to grab some clean clothes. She hoped a shower would help wake her up and stave off her growing hangover. Since Corey was the only one who might come in, she didn't bother to lock the door, leaving it open a crack as she stripped down and got into the shower.

Candace lingered in the shower a little longer than she probably needed to. But she was just trying to wash away the dirty feeling she got every time she thought about how much she enjoyed kissing Zacky. She shouldn't feel that way. She was engaged, for Christ's sake. To a man who made her very happy. A man who was asleep in the next fucking room. She shouldn't have liked kissing Zacky. But she did. Shaking her head, Candace stepped out of the shower, pulling on the clothes she'd picked out. They were only traveling that day, so there wasn't any reason to get dressed up for anything. Stepping into the main hotel room, she went over to shake Corey awake.

"Hey, wake up," she said. "I want to go eat."

"Huh?" Corey groaned as he rolled over to face her. She gave him a look that simply told him he needed to get out of bed now and he rolled his eyes at her. "Alright, fuck, I'm getting up. I guess you just want to go down to the lobby to eat?"

"That's fine. I just need to eat something."

Zacky was a bit put off when Candace rebuked his offer but he wasn't really all that surprised at the same time. She knew it was wrong to melt into the kiss - that had been why she pushed him away. Just like he knew it was wrong to pine after a girl that was engaged to someone else but he couldn't seem to shake the need. There was something about Candace that drew him in unlike anyone else. Unlike any other girl that he could end up with. It wasn't like Zacky couldn't go out and find a girl that wanted to mess around. He was a rockstar, girls all but threw themselves at him.

But they weren't Candace.

When Zacky made his way to his room, he collapsed on his bed. Quickly, Zack undid the button on his jeans before slipping his hand inside. All to the thought of Candace and what her touch would feel like, what he would do to her if she had just agreed to his offer.

It wasn't long after that Zacky ended up falling asleep. The next morning rolled around and Zacky groaned as he started coming to. He wanted to sleep for a bit longer but that wasn't an option. He was wide awake despite his desire for more sleep. Grumbling to himself, Zacky rose to his feet and tossed on a fresh set of pants and a shirt. He shoved his feet into his shoes, shoving his phone into his pockets before he made his way down toward the dining room.

Zacky looked up as he entered the room, quick to dish up and claim a table in the corner for the crew. He started to eat, unable to contain his grin when he noticed that Corey and Candace had entered the room. Perfect. He raised his hand and waved, content when Corey nodded in his direction - he had seen Zacky and he was sure that he would lead Candace over to his table once they'd plated their food.

Still grumbling slightly, Corey hauled himself out of bed to get dressed. Candace stood by, watching because she knew if she turned her back for even one second, he would somehow end up falling back asleep. When he was finally ready, she ushered him out the door, eager to get downstairs and put some food in her belly. Somehow, she'd managed to forget about what had happened between her and Zacky the night before until she and Corey walked into the dining area and saw the green-eyed man waving in their direction.

If she had been the only one to see him, Candace might have been able to get away with pulling Corey to a table on the different table on the other side of the room. But Corey noticed Zacky waving them to them and waved back, nudging Candace on the arm to make sure she'd seen. "Yeah, yeah, I see him," Candace said. She grabbed a plate from the front of the buffet table, filling it with food as she made her way along the table. She didn't plate much food, her appetite having greatly diminished when she'd spotted Zacky and remembered what happened the night before. And she didn't so much feel guilty for kissing Zacky as she did for the fact that she'd liked it. She was engaged, she wasn't supposed to enjoy kissing another man.

"How did you sleep last night?" Corey asked as he and Candace sat down at the table. Candace purposefully kept her gaze directed at the table, stuffing a bite of food into her mouth as an excuse not to say anything.