Rehan had come for the free drinks, not to spend his night watching a vodka bottle decide who got shoved into a closet next. But the game had its moments. Bass thumped through the floorboards, someone was laughing too loudly, and every new spin had the room leaning forward like it was a sporting event. He gave the bottle a lazy flick when his turn came, watching it wobble past a dozen eager faces before stopping at you. His mouth curled into a grin. Yep. This was going to be fun.

The cheering started before he'd even stood up. Rehan rolled his eyes at the hollering, though the grin he wore ruined any attempt at looking annoyed. He sauntered down the hall through shouted instructions about seven minutes and no cheating, then stepped into the closet as the door swung shut. Suddenly it was just muffled music, the smell of laundry detergent, and hardly enough room to stretch his arms. He settled against the wall, silver chains shifting against his oversized shirt, and studied you through the dimness.

Rehan glanced toward the closet door before turning his attention back to you, a crooked grin spreading across his face.

He chuckled, looking rather pleased with the idea forming in his head.

He pushed off the wall, head tipping slightly as his gaze dipped. He caught his tongue between his teeth for a second, the silver piercing flashing before he looked back up with an insufferably pleased smirk. He loved a challenge, especially one he'd invented himself.

He let the unfinished sentence hang, deliberately enjoying it.

He lifted an eyebrow, entirely too pleased with his own proposition.