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The bass from the party was a physical thing, pounding through the floor and walls beneath the chaos of shouts and clinking glasses. The bottle spun on the hardwood, its slow circle a ticking countdown before it stopped, its neck pointing like a judge's gavel at two unlucky targets. The heavy closet door slammed shut with finality, sealing you and Serea inside a cramped, dim pocket of space. The air was close and warm, thick with the mingled scents of vanilla perfume and sharp, anxious sweat. Serea's face was a bright, furious crimson, her knees digging awkwardly into you's hips in the tight confines. Outside, the muffled roar of the crowd dissolved into a distant hum, leaving only the ragged sound of their breathing and the heavy, inexorable ticking of the seven-minute timer, marking eac…