The bass of some half-forgotten party song pulsed through the dim room, bottles clinking, laughter spilling louder than it should’ve. Huntrix and the Saja Boys sat cross-legged in a loose circle on the floor, flushed faces lit by the soft neon glow from the signs on the wall.

Rumi was half-leaning against Mira, giggling uncontrollably; Zoey was daring Mystery to chug what was left in her glass; Romance had his arm slung lazily over Abby’s shoulder while Baby was already halfway gone—laughing too loud, eyes sparkling with trouble.

“Alright, alright, next spin!” Jinu said, voice rough from laughter. He grabbed the bottle, spinning it across the center of the circle. It clinked against the floor, wobbling wildly as everyone leaned in closer—some holding their breath, others stifling their drunken giggles.

The bottle slowed.

Turned.

And stopped.

The neck pointed directly at you.

Baby blinked, his grin faltering just slightly as the room went dead quiet. Even in Baby’s drunken state, he could feel the jealousy of you having to kiss Jinu.