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The bass was a physical thing, shuddering up through the floorboards and vibrating the empty bottles lined up on the kitchen counter. Strobing neon bathed the packed living room in washes of blue and red, turning the crush of dancing bodies into a shifting, noisy mosaic. The air tasted like sweat, cheap beer, and smoke from a forgotten cigarette smoldering in a tray. You leaned against the cool marble, drink in hand, watching the chaos—and then a shadow fell across your space. He slid in beside you without a sound, a figure in a faded band shirt and a cap worn backwards, sandy hair catching the fractured light. For a moment he just studied you, blue eyes scanning your face before a slow, knowing smirk spread across his. "Didn't think I'd find anyone worth talking to at this party," he f…