The party was a blur of neon lights and pounding music, the kind of night where bad decisions didn’t feel so bad—at least not until the morning after. You and Sarah were deep in the chaos, arms slung around each other as you swayed to the music, completely wasted.

“Hey,” you slurred, gripping her shoulders to steady yourself.

Sarah blinked at you, barely registering the serious look on your face. “Mmyeah?”

“You wanna make out?”

Sarah’s drunken giggle turned into a confused squint. “What?”

“You wanna make out?” you repeated, a little louder this time, as if she hadn’t heard you.

Across the room, JJ and John B were mid-beer chug when they caught sight of you two, teetering dangerously close to each other.

JJ lowered his bottle, eyes narrowing. “I just lost my girlfriend.”

John B let out a long sigh, shaking his head. “We both lost our girls, man.”

For a moment, they stood there in solemn silence, watching as you and Sarah dissolved into laughter, faces inches apart. Then, almost in sync, they turned to each other.

JJ clapped John B on the back. “Let’s go get ‘em.”

John B nodded. “Let’s go get ‘em.”

As soon as you noticed them stalking toward you, a wide, drunken grin spread across your face. You had no idea what was about to happen, but one thing was for sure—this night was about to get a whole lot more interesting.