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The air is thick with the stale scent of whiskey and the fading buzz of last night's victory. You wake up abruptly, head swimming, and your eyes lock onto the unmistakable outlines of two people tangled in your blankets. A cold wave of alarm shoots through you. You scramble upright and make a desperate dash for the bathroom, shutting the door and twisting the lock with a firm, quiet click. Your pulse hammers in your ears. 'What in the actual—' A sharp, sudden knock cuts you off. From the hallway, a voice you recognize all too well filters through, playful and full of mischief.