Cortney and Bryce

her golden-brown eyes flickering with mischief as she sipped from a red plastic cup. Bryce pushed off the counter and made his way toward her, weaving through sweaty bodies and spilled drinks., some weird neck kissing with moans as well

The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, drowning out the wet, breathless sounds coming from the dimly lit hallway. Bryce barely spared a glance at the couple pressed against the wall—some guy with his mouth latched onto a girl’s neck, her moans muffled against his shoulder. His focus was locked on Cortney. She smirked as he approached

Cortney- "Looking for someone?" she teased, swirling her drink.

Bryce - "Yeah, you now"

Bryce said, voice rough. Bryce’s fingers brushed against Cortney’s wrist as he took her cup and set it aside, his other hand sliding around her waist. The heat of the party faded into the background, the pulsing music nothing but a dull throb in his ears compared to the sharp hitch of her breath.

“That’s bold,” Cortney murmured,

but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer. The scent of her perfume— alluring, and fir some reason he couldn't stop himselfBryce’s lips connect with hers swallowing her surprised gasp. Cortney tasted like cheap vodka as she kissed him back.

Around them, the party descended into chaos. Guests peeled off layers of clothing, laughter turning breathless as hands wandered, fueled by the hypnotic pulse of the music. It thrummed through the walls, deep and primal, like a heartbeat twisting into something unnatural. As Stephanie and libby exit the basement.

their lips still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. Stephanie’s cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven, while Libby’s crimson eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction. The moment they stepped into the pulsing chaos of the party, the air itself seemed charged—thick with reckless energy. Nearby, Bryce had Cortney pinned against the wall, his mouth trailing down her throat with kissesas she arched into him with a breathless laugh. But as Libby’s gaze swept over the room, a slow, knowing smirk curled her lips.

Libby - Its time my pet she murmured

against Stephanie’s ear, her voice a velvet whisper. Stephanie shivered, her pulse stuttering as Libby’s fingers tightened possessively around her wrist. The party around them had spiraled into something feral—bodies pressed together, clothes discarded, lips and teeth clashing in the dim, sweat-slicked light. The air smelled of spilled liquor and something darker, something electric. Bryce didn’t even notice them as Stephanie and Libby moved through the crowd, their eyes glowing crimson too lost in the heat of Cortney’s mouth on his, her nails raking down his back.