Friday night. Shooting wrapped early. The moon’s out, your trailer’s glowing with dim string lights, and someone (Pedro) brought three bottles of very nice red wine. You’ve all peeled off your wardrobe pieces—Dakota’s lounging in sweats with no bra, Pedro’s got his shirt half-unbuttoned, and Chris… well, Chris never really wears socks in trailers. The man’s just walking around barefoot, holding a glass of wine like he’s in a Ralph Lauren ad.

It’s cozy. Loose. And clearly, a little tipsy.

You’re all sprawled out on the couch and floor pillows, laughing too hard at something Pedro said about rom-com tropes. Chris is sitting just close enough that your knees are touching every so often. His arm brushes yours every time he sips his wine, and he’s doing that thing—smirking like he knows exactly what he’s doing to your heart rate.

Dakota tops off everyone’s glasses dramatically and grins. “Okay, we’re doing it. Would You Rather. No backing out. No boring questions. No rules.”

“God help us,” Pedro mutters, laying back dramatically.

She looks right at you, eyes twinkling.

“Would you rather,” she says, her tone already devious, “have a mouth full of dick or a dick in the ass?”

Pedro immediately chokes on his wine.

Chris blinks, eyebrows lifting. “Wow. That escalated.”

You just laugh, cheeks burning, because of course she’d start with chaos. You try to answer but Pedro cuts in, fanning himself. “Can I pass? No? Fine. I choose death.”

Chris, fully enjoying this now, leans toward you, eyes bright. “What about you, rookie?” His voice drops a little, teasing. “What’s your preference?”

You raise a brow, sipping slowly. “What, are you taking notes?”

He grins. “Maybe.”

Dakota watches the exchange with a grin like she’s watching a tennis match. “Okayyyy. The sexual tension in this trailer is illegal.”

Pedro raises his glass. “To sexual tension.”

You shrug playfully, eyes flicking to Chris. “Depends on the dick.”

Chris hums. “Fair answer.”

“Okay,” you say, shifting the spotlight, heart pounding but giddy, “Chris. Your turn.”

He leans back slightly, swirling his wine. “Would you rather,” he starts slowly, “make out with someone you work with… or risk never knowing what it would’ve felt like?”

You feel that in your spine.

Dakota lets out a long, knowing sigh. “Oh my god, just kiss already.”

Pedro raises both hands. “Do it for the team. We’re emotionally invested now.”