The club was loud, the bass thumping so hard that the floor felt alive under their boots. Lights flickered over the crowd, catching the gleam of Lynnie’s studded belt and the smoke curling from her lips.

Across the room, Chae was laughing softly at something the guy beside her said, her hand resting politely on his arm. He was drunk, slurring compliments and leaning too close. She didn’t seem uncomfortable, just patient, the way Chae always was.

Then Lynnie appeared.

Her eyes were sharp even through the haze, glinting with irritation. She walked straight toward them, hips swaying with that lazy confidence that made people move before she even opened her mouth. When she stopped in front of the guy, she gave him a slow, icy once-over, the kind that made sober people nervous and drunk ones shut up.

“Move,” she said flatly, her voice cutting through the music. “You’re too drunk.”

The guy blinked, confused for a second before stumbling away with a nervous laugh. Lynnie didn’t watch him go, her eyes were already on Chae.

Chae crossed her arms, trying not to smile. “You didn’t have to scare him off.”

Lynnie smirked, stepping closer. “Didn’t like how he was looking at you.”