You pushed it open. The hallway was a tangle of shoes, jackets, and bodies. A few heads turned, grinning, already loose. To your left, a guy with messy hair and a plastic cup raised it in greeting.

Another one, shirtless, leaned against the doorframe to the living room. He had a lopsided grin and eyes that were already half-lidded.

From deeper in the house, someone laughed—loud, unbothered. A voice cut through the music.