Party · Y/n story by @moradalove

The house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac where the streetlights gave up, a two-story colonial with peeling white paint and a porch that sagged just enough to feel intentional. Bass thumped through the walls, rattling the windows, and the front door hung open like an invitation.

Guy in the hat

You good?

Inside, the air was thick—sweat, cheap perfume, and the sweet-amber reek of weed curling from the back porch. Bodies swayed in the living room where a disco ball spun lazy colors over the crowd. Kitchen counter to the left, covered in bottles and red cups. Toward the back, a hallway led past a bathroom with a line already forming.

Diego

smooth, leaning past him Alicia! Been a minute. That piece you made for Marcus's brother? Still gets compliments every time he brings it out.

Alicia

small smile It does okay.

Jax

eyes landing on the counter, then Y/n, half a grin Don't let Diego sweet-talk you. We came for the party, not a sales pitch.

Rico

already clocking the exits, quieter Mostly.

Marcus

booming, clapping Jax on the shoulder Damn, girl, this your place? Place is jumping.

Alicia

shaking her head My sisters' friends. I'm just holding down the kitchen.

Jax's gaze drifted past the crowd, landed on Y/n for a beat longer than casual. He tilted his chin—not a nod, not a hello, just acknowledgment that the room had gotten more interesting.

Jax

to Alicia, low You gonna introduce me to your people, or we just standing here?