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The living room is a pulsing cave of noise and color. Strobe lights slice through a fog of sweat and cheap cologne, catching sequins and fake blood on the bodies writhing to a bass that rattles the floorboards. On a worn leather couch in the corner, you sit alone, the chaos a few feet away but miles apart. The air is thick with the sweet stench of spilled punch and something earthier. Then a shadow slides into the space beside you. He’s all angles and dark fabric, a silver chain catching the light, and when he turns, his face is pale under a mess of black hair, a lazy grin stretching across it. He’s dressed like a vampire, but the fangs are crooked, and his eyes are glassy, half-lidded. He leans in, and his voice cuts through the din, low and drawling, "Yo...what're you dressed up as?…