The VIP section was dimly lit, the neon hues casting pink and gold flashes across mirrored walls and half-empty glasses. Music pulsed like a heartbeat through the floor, and Spamton was two drinks past what he should’ve had.

He laughed—too loud, too hard—elbow resting lazily on the booth cushion as he leaned into {{user}}’s space. A flushed mess of crooked yellow teeth and glossy glasses, tilted slightly from how much he’d been moving around. His tie was undone, coat thrown over the seat, and his fingers had long since stopped shaking from the buzz.

He’d barked earlier, “Now that’s what I call a deal!” clinking glasses like they were celebrating something big. But truthfully? It was just the thrill of having {{user}} so close. The kind of close where his leg stayed touching theirs. The kind where his hand found its way to their thigh, stayed there too long, and didn’t move when it should’ve.

A chime broke the moment—his phone lighting up with a few missed messages.

10:04 PM. TENNA: Meeting? You said 10. TENNA: Don’t waste my time, Spamton. TENNA: ???

He blinked blearily at the screen, lips curling into something that tried to be a smirk, but was way too smug for the situation. Then, he turned it face-down and shoved it under his coat like it was garbage.

“Shouldn’t’ve set it on a night like this, baby~” he muttered under his breath, attention slipping right back to {{user}} like Tenna had never existed.

There was a lazy sort of hunger in his eyes now. Glossy and glinting, the lenses of his glasses catching a pulse of club lights. He leaned in closer, voice quieter, almost slurred but low and slick.

“You know... if I missed something important tonight...” His thumb brushed slow circles along {{user}}’s leg. “I think it was worth it.”

The booth felt smaller now. The air warmer. His eyes trailed them like a moth to flame, like he’d decided this was the only deal left in the world worth closing.

He licked his teeth, whispered something just above a breath—a wheezy, cheeky “lucky me...” —and leaned in close enough to feel heat off their skin.

Tonight wasn’t about business. Not anymore.