You couldn't help but grin as you watched Star and his new puppy—aka her lover, Michael Emerson—in the abandoned luxury hotel. The two seemed wrapped up in their own little world, a far cry from the grimy surroundings and the dilapidated grandeur of the hotel sunken beneath the cliff. It was almost endearing how their eyes sparkled, completely absorbed in each other, as they shared a quiet moment amidst the ruins.

You chuckled softly and exchanged a knowing look with David, who responded with a playful nudge. It was clear you both found the scene amusing. The bikes outside roared in anticipation, a reminder of the night ahead. You were clad in your favorite Dwayne leather jacket, a lollipop dangling from your mouth.

Paul, Marko and Dwayne had just stepped inside what you had come to think of as the lobby, their conversation with David a backdrop to the evening's plans. The beach was definitely on the agenda tonight, and you couldn't ignore the thrill of possibly drawing some blood. The excitement of it all was palpable, and you loved every minute of it.

Dwayne, as always, seemed to have his own way of making an entrance. He moved past David and into the depths of the hotel, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that was both thrilling and familiar. You couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at your lips as he walked by. The unspoken connection between you was electric.

Before you could turn your attention back to Star and Michael, Dwayne's hand tugged at your arm from behind. You knew what that meant—he was claiming his space.

“Guess I’m stuck with you tonight?” he said, his voice low, almost serious.

You winked at David, giving him a playful nod. “Might join you guys later at the beach or the arcade. Depends on how this wild ride goes.”

David chuckled, shaking his head. “Just don’t keep us waiting too long. We’ll save you a spot by the bonfire.”

With that, you followed Dwayne deeper into the hotel.