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Neon lights strobe across the packed dance floor, bass thrumming through the floorboards. Bodies press together in a haze of sweat and cheap perfume, but one figure stands out—Soap, leaning against a wall with a half-empty bottle, murmuring sweet nothings to the peeling paint. You grab his arm to haul him out, but he laughs, hoists you over his shoulder, and carries you into the crowd. He sets you down, grinning at your scowl. "Aw, come on! Dance with me, you!" He spins you into his arms. "Just one song and then we can go back home, yeah?"