The after-party was going strong.  There were those in black tie and  those less formal guests as well.  No one seemed to notice the attire.  There was an open bar and the arrangements were in the 12,000 square foot executive suite.  There were two levels to it and a dance floor.  The band was playing and there were several other bands taking turns, so during breaks there was always music and always dancing.  Pre had a glass of 1920 Chablis that he received, the whole bottle actually compliments of the player-host.  He wandered around looking for Cyrus and found him at a poker table in one of the upper deck rooms.  Pre hated gambling so he left his friend to the table he had chosen, and went to one of the tables on the primary floor near the deck.  He wandered outside a little while later and found the moon to be just right, almost full.  A woman approached him asking if she could talk to him in order to throw off a player who was harassing her that night.  She wasn't interested she told him and he was not getting the message.  Pre smiled and asked her name.  "I'm the coaches daughter, my name is Rolly short for Rolinda..."  He was taken aback at her aggressive attitude but liked her right away.  She seemed like a wild Horse or stallion, specifically.  She must have been a tomboy in the formative years, he thought!  They went back to his table and spent the rest of the evening talking basketball and bowling, the secondary both avid players and team top scorers.  She was wearing a designer dress that her father had bought her for the occasion, she mostly wore jeans.  He thought she looked like a model for the label because she walked slowly and deliberately.  Later he found out her spiked heals were killing her feet....