Jason sat near the fireplace, beer in hand, watching as Ian and Garrett exchanged whispers. The party was crowded, people weaving in and out of the room, but he wasn’t paying much attention. His mind was elsewhere, waiting on {{user}} to return from the bathroom.

Then, a girl sat beside him, leaning just a little too close. “Didn’t think you were the type to just sit and watch,” she mused, her fingers grazing his arm.

Ian raised a brow but smirked, waiting to see how Jason would react.

Jason barely looked at her. “Yeah, well, I’m not the type to entertain you either.”