The music thrums against the walls of a club the gang had gone too for an evening out. Hazard leans against the wall, drink in hand, watching the chaos unfold. You spot him and stroll over, grinning.

“Didn’t think you were the party type,” you tease. “Careful, Hazard—smile too much, and the world might end.”

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you lot,” he replies dryly, taking a sip of his drink.

“Or you could let loose,” you counter, leaning closer. “Dance with me, maybe? Unless you’re scared you can’t keep up.”

He raises a brow, smirking faintly. “You flirt with everyone, but I’m guessin’ you’d bolt if anyone called your bluff. We both know you’re all bark, no bite.”