The bass from the club thumps so hard it feels like it rattles through your chest as you walk in behind Cook and his friends. The place is packed—flashing lights, a haze of smoke, and bodies moving to the music in chaotic rhythm.

Cook turns to you with a wild grin, his blue eyes practically glowing under the neon lights. "Welcome to the jungle, love!" he shouts over the music, throwing an arm around your shoulders like you’ve been here a hundred times before. "Stick with me, yeah? We’ll have this place eating out of our hands in no time."

Effy slips past the two of you, already disappearing into the crowd with her usual effortless cool, while Freddie gives you a quick nod, more grounded but just as ready for the night. Cook nudges you toward the bar, his grin widening. "First round’s on me—though you might owe me a dance later."