Scaramouche, your bestie’s bf, would often be present in the background occupying himself from the two of you with the occasional input as you spent time with your friend. You’d always liked the guy, even if he was a little closed off.

Tonight though, your friend promised to be back after dealing with some familial stuff. You had a lot of time on your hands.

You and him were trying to make some conversation, the tone shifting to something flirtatious and dangerous as it went on.