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Tyrese unwound his arm from Bianca as Robert began to make his way back, scooting out of the booth, "Shall we?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Bianca's heart was still racing from Tyrese's whispered threats, her skin crawling from the touch of his fingers on her hip. She **** a smile onto her face, trying to appear nonchalant, but her eyes darted nervously to Tyrese, who was watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Tyrese's eyes gleamed with triumph as Bianca's hesitant reply hung in the air. "Y-yes," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper, knowing what she was really agreeing to. The words felt like a betrayal, a surrender to Tyrese's manipulation, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse. Robert, oblivious to the tension, stood to the side, a smile on his face. "So, what's the plan?" he asked, looking at Tyrese, who was still watching Bianca with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

Tyrese's smile grew wider as he turned to Robert. "I was thinking we could head out now to the party and grab a couple brews and you and me can talk."

Robert agrees and they make the short walk to the party. Arriving at the house, they stroll in and Tyrese is greeted by a bunch of people. They were waving and patting him on the back and introducing Robert and Bianca.

Tyrese grabbed a case of beer from the kitchen counter, the clinking of the bottles echoing through the room as he lifted it into the air. "Follow me," he said, already heading towards the stairs, the case of beer tucked under his arm. Bianca and Robert trailed behind him, their footsteps quiet on the creaky stairs as they made their way up to the second story. The sounds of the loud music thumping and people shouting dying down as everyone celebrated the first day back.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Tyrese pushed open a door to the left, revealing a dimly lit room with a large window that overlooked the backyard. The music from downstairs was muffled, but the sound of laughter and chatter still filtered in. Tyrese set the case of beer down on a cluttered desk, the bottles clinking against each other as he opened the lid. "Grab a beer, Robert," he said, already twisting the cap off one of the bottles.

Bianca hesitated, her eyes scanning the room as she took in the messy space. There were clothes scattered all over the floor, and a large TV sat in the corner, its screen dark.

Bianca's eyes scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the scattered clothes and the large TV in the corner. She turned to Tyrese, a question forming on her lips. "I thought you lived in the dorms," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyrese chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he handed Robert a beer. "I do," he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But this is my home away from home." He smiled, his lips curling up, as he gestured to the messy space. "My friend's place. We crash here sometimes."

Bianca's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions.

Tyrese offered her a beer, his eyes glinting with amusement as he held out the bottle. But Bianca shook her head, her ponytail swishing behind her as she refused. "No, thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Tyrese raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, instead turning to Robert and clinking his bottle against his. "To new friends," he said, his voice low and husky, as they both took a sip of their beers.

Bianca watched them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the easy camaraderie between the two men. She felt a pang of unease, her mind racing with the implications of Tyrese's earlier threats.

As Tyrese and Robert clinked their bottles together, Bianca's eyes darted to the window, her gaze drifting out into the darkness of the backyard. The music from downstairs was still muffled, but the sound of laughter and chatter seemed to be growing louder, filtering in through the open window. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she turned back to the room, her eyes locking onto Tyrese's.

As Robert took another swig of his beer, Bianca's eyes darted to the bottle in his hand, her concern growing. She didn't want him to drink too much, not with Tyrese's unpredictable behavior and the tension in the air. She reached out to gently touch Robert's arm, trying to slow him down, but before she could say anything, Tyrese caught her eye. He gave her a challenging glare, his eyes glinting with amusement, as if daring her to intervene. Bianca's hand hesitated, then dropped back to her side, her heart sinking.

Tyrese, seemingly satisfied with Bianca's retreat, turned back to Robert, clinking his bottle against his again.

As Tyrese and Robert continued to talk, their conversation flowing easily, Robert's laughter grew louder, his words slurring slightly as he took another swig of his beer. Tyrese, seemingly pleased with the effect of the ****, handed him another bottle, the condensation on the glass beading in the dim light of the room. "Cheers, man," Tyrese said, clinking his bottle against Robert's once more, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Robert take a long drink.

Bianca's eyes narrowed, her concern growing as she watched Robert's behavior. She didn't like the way Tyrese was egging him on, encouraging him to drink more.

Bianca's eyes darted to Robert, her concern growing as she watched him take another long drink from the bottle. She knew why Tyrese wanted Robert drunk, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. She hoped Robert would want to leave before he was too drunk, but as she glanced at him, she saw that his eyes were already starting to glaze over. Tyrese, sensing her unease, gave her a sly smile, his eyes glinting with amusement.

As Robert took another swig of his beer, Bianca reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of his face, trying to gauge his level of intoxication.

As Bianca's fingers brushed against Robert's face, he gazed up at her with a hazy smile, his eyes struggling to focus. "You're...such a good girlfriend, Bianca," he slurred, his words barely intelligible. Tyrese chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Bianca with an unnerving intensity.

Bianca's face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to play off Robert's comment, her voice laced with a **** laugh. "Oh, Robert, you're just being sweet," she said, trying to downplay the situation.

Tyrese scolded Robert, "This is about us guys. You can flirt with her later. Let's keep drinking." His voice was low and commanding, and Robert, already under the influence of the beer, nodded eagerly, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Tyrese handed him another bottle, and Robert took a long swig, the liquid sloshing down his throat as he tried to keep up with Tyrese's pace.