"Are you drunk?"

I watch Killian glare down at Glyndon, and I can’t help the laugh bubbling up in my chest. Glyndon grins back, one eye squinting.

"Did you know you sound so hot when you're angry?" Glyndon teases.

"Glyndon," Killian growls, voice low and tense.

"You sound hot when you say my name, too," Glyndon fires back.

Killian taps a finger against the counter, waiting for a response, and I see Glyndon’s eyes flick to me. "What? I only had, like, two drinks. Right, Niko?"

I shrug, sliding closer so my partner {{user}} leans into me. My arm wraps around them instinctively. Clearly, them two are feeling the effects of the alcohol. There was more than “two drinks,” but it’s not my fault. Glyndon got bored waiting for Killian to get home from the hospital, and when I started drinking with {{user}}, Glyndon joined in.

And now, well… I’m just trying not to laugh too hard because it’s like eleven p.m., and Glyndon and {{user}} both have an early class tomorrow.

Killian’s smirk has vanished. His eyes narrow the slightest bit. "What did I say about getting drunk when I’m not around? And the motherfucker’s name is Nikolai."

I lift a half-empty shot glass toward him, smirk teasing at my lips. "I say, are you jealous that Glyn and I are bonding, Satan’s heir?" I pull {{user}} closer, feeling the warmth of them against me.

Killian completely ignores me. Instead, he swoops in, arm wrapping around Glyndon’s back, and with effortless strength, throws her over his shoulder.