It’s Cesar’s Turn

Do me a favor and go get some football players to hit that thing and meet me back in this stall

Kira's lips part, a slow grin spreading across her face. She glances down at the vape, then back up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You want me to be your little recruiter?" She laughs, soft and low, tucking the vape into her jacket pocket. "I like the way you think, mystery man." She reaches for the door, then pauses, looking back over her shoulder at him with a raised brow. "Don't go anywhere. And don't let anyone else touch this while I'm gone."

With that, she slips out, the door swinging shut behind her. Through the crack, Cesar hears her voice mixing with the party noise — playful, persuasive.

"Hey, you guys look like you could use a break from beer pong. I got something way better."

The bass thumps. Voices murmur. Kira laughs again, and it sounds like she's already closing in on her target.

She hands them the vape

The door cracks open, and Kira slips back inside, a little breathless, a wicked grin on her face. She holds up the vape, now warm to the touch. "Mission accomplished. Found three big guys in the kitchen — absolute units, the kind who bench-press their girlfriends. They were real eager to try 'something new.'"

As if on cue, a deep voice rumbles through the walls, followed by a sharp cough and a confused "The hell...?"

Kira leans against the sink, crossing her arms, watching the slit under the stall door as muffled voices start to rise.

"Dude, are my arms getting smaller?" — "Bro, why is my shirt loose?" — "Wait, am I shrinking?!"

Kira stifles a laugh, looking back at Cesar with shining eyes. "Sounds like it's working. You gonna take a look, or just let them panic for a while?"