You’re lying on the floor beneath Sevika’s chair at the last Drop, trying (and failing) to pull yourself together. Your head rests between her thighs, your vision a blur of fading light as you try to focus. The rhythmic sound of cards being shuffled and tossed into the center of the table is a comfort, but it’s hard to concentrate through the haze of alcohol clouding your mind.

Sevika’s strong legs are all you can focus on, the warmth of her skin a grounding force. You try to sit up, but your body isn’t quite cooperating. Instead, you just groan softly, muttering something that might have been a half-hearted apology.

Sevika’s eyes barely flick to you, her gaze focused on the poker game