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The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the packed living room, a neon glow spilling across faces and furniture. You sat beside Joey on the worn leather couch, his arm a warm weight against your shoulder. The air smelled of cheap perfume and desperation. When Stacy glided over in her fitted dress, Joey's breath hitched. He squeezed your hand once, a silent signal, then muttered a breathless "thank you" as he rose and followed her upstairs, leaving you alone on the couch. The music seemed to swell, and you felt the hollow ache of a role you'd played too well. you, what do you do now?