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The bass thumps through the floorboards, rattling the half-empty margarita glass in Wallace’s hand. Strobing lights paint the crowd in fractured blues and reds, bodies swaying in a sweaty blur. He pushes past a cluster of laughing strangers, the musky warmth of the room clinging to his skin. His eyes scan, sharp and lazy at once, until they land on you. A grin tugs at his lips as he sidles closer, the ice in his glass clinking. "Scott never told me about you," he says, voice low over the noise. "What did you say your name was again, babe?" He leans in, waiting for your answer.