Miles is hosting the afterparty (If Advantage=Rich)

His house is exactly as he left it. Clean, stocked, and empty. His parents are away for the weekend visiting his aunt upstate. The timing is perfect.

He gets home before most people arrive and stands in the living room for a moment taking stock. Big enough to hold a crowd, private enough to matter. His bedroom upstairs. No host to answer to, no curfew, no parents coming home at two in the morning to clear everyone out.

His phone buzzes with a message.

Vanessa: I hope the invitation still stands.

He smiles and types out the address.

Then he pours himself a drink, leans against the kitchen counter, and waits.

The first knock comes seven minutes later.

The night has just begun.