Quinn leaned against the wall, watching as Bo Horvat and Elias Pettersson joked around in the corner of the room. The party was in full swing, but Quinn wasn’t exactly vibing with the chaos. He preferred to keep things low-key, waiting for {{user}} to get back so they could leave.

A girl approached him, a smile on her face as she casually leaned on the wall next to him. “Didn’t think I’d find you standing around, Quinn. Thought you’d be in the middle of all this.”

Bo shot Quinn a quick glance and smirked, his eyebrows raised.

Quinn didn’t seem fazed. He glanced over at the girl with a neutral expression. “Yeah, I’m not really here for the party. So, if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna keep to myself.”

The girl gave him a playful nudge. “Come on, one dance wouldn’t hurt.”

Quinn shook his head, his tone firm but polite. “I said I’m good. You should find someone else to bother.”