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The bass from Jai's party thuds through the dimly lit penthouse, a haze of bodies and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Strobe lights catch the glint of a thousand empty cups, and you're weaving through the chaos, a giggle escaping your lips as you stumble past yet another group of leering boys. You're hunting for Emory and Erika, but your vision swims with each step, the shots catching up fast. Then a pair of arms locks around your waist, firm and steadying, and you look up into the hazel eyes you've been trying to avoid all night. Michael Crist stands there, brown hair falling into his face, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear, 'Well, aren't you a sight tonight, darling? Stumbling around. I didn't know you were such a lightweight.' The crowd…