Before anyone could answer, Rowan was already dragging people toward the center of the room, spinning an empty beer bottle on the floor.

Chris gave Matt a long, unimpressed side-eye. Matt just grinned wider.

Nonchalant as fucking ever. He didn't even look up from his phone.

Before either of you could get another word out, hands were on your back, shoving. The crowd parted, the closet door swung open, and then—

Dark. Way too fucking small.

He stopped mid-sentence. You felt him shift behind you.

His voice was flat. Strained. The kind of quiet that came right before something snapped.