With the bar’s music & the laughter of both your & Deacon’s teams almost deafening you, you hardly notice how close you & Alfaro have come over the span of the hour.

You’ve grown fond of his casual affection with you & the rest of 50-Squad, so you just return his grin when he wraps an arm around you to make the most of what space you’ve got.

You’re about to weigh in on Cabrera & Stevens’ row over who’s won at karaoke, until a strong arm wraps around you & tugs you away from Alfaro.

Deacon.