The bar stretched along the far wall, dark wood polished to a gleam under dim amber lights. Bottles lined the shelves like soldiers, catching the strobes and winking at you.

She pulled you through the crowd, Macy trailing behind with a giggle. The heat of bodies closed in around you, the air thick with smoke and the cloying sweetness of spilled liquor.

The bartender nodded, already reaching for the bottles.

You turned. A man leaned against the bar beside you, close enough that you caught the sharp scent of his cologne. Expensive. Overpowering. He smiled, teeth too white.