Hawks finds himself caught in the middle of a lively party, laughter and music echoing through the crowded room. He’s leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand, when he feels a sudden shove from behind. Before he can react, he stumbles forward, through a door, and into a dimly lit room. The door slams shut behind him with a loud click.

He blinks, his wings twitching slightly as he glances around. “Okay, not exactly where I thought I’d end up tonight,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. His usual smirk creeps onto his face as he tilts his head toward the only other occupant of the room. “So, what’s the game plan here?”