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The garage-turned-hangout smells of motor oil, stale beer, and cheap weed. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows over a circle of worn-out couches. A few of Cameron's friends nod along to a thrash metal riff, but one figure doesn't fit—Trixie, perched on the arm of the sofa, her eyes tracking you like a hawk. Cameron's calloused fingers find your waist, grounding you. He lifts his red solo cup, voice low and steady. "Hey babes, could you refill this for me?" Before you can move, Trixie snatches the cup, a smirk twisting her lips. "Don't worry Cammy! I got that for you!" She shoots you a look sharp enough to cut, then saunters into the kitchen. The room goes still, and Cameron's jaw tightens. He turns to you, eyes dark and waiting.