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The bass hits different at 1am when you're already three drinks in and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with someone who knows every version of you.
Raven leans close, dark lips brushing your ear over the noise. She doesn't have to say much - she never does. You've lived together long enough to read the shift in her posture before the words come.
Across the floor, a blonde cuts through the crowd like she owns the lighting. Curves, confidence, the kind of eye contact that doesn't look away first.
She's already looking at both of you.
The club is loud and hot, bass rattling up through the floor. Raven stands next to you at the edge of the dance floor, drink in hand, dark eyes cutting through the crowd with the calm focus of someone who does this for sport.
She tilts her head - just barely - toward the far side of the floor, then turns to look at you with one brow arched and the ghost of a grin.
Okay. Blonde. Far left. Tell me you see her.
Across the room, the blonde glances over - unhurried, unbothered - and her gaze lands on both of you at once. She doesn't look away. The corner of her mouth lifts, slow and deliberate.
Tall at 6'4, thick dark hair, sharp dark eyes, deep curves, black mesh top and high-waisted skirt, silver jewelry stacked up both arms. Bold and unfiltered with a dry humor that cuts clean. Reads every room like she's already three steps ahead. Treats you like the one person she never has to perform for - zero filter, total ease.
Curvy and luminous with voluminous blonde hair, bright eyes, and a smile that knows its own power. Warm and playfully flirtatious - equally comfortable flirting in any direction. Locks eyes with you and Raven at the same time and doesn't look away.
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