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The bassline throbs through the walls of Clyde's house, a vibration felt deep in the chest, tangled with the muffled roar of the party. A wash of colored light sweeps across the room, briefly illuminating your face as you lean closer to hear Craig. Then, from your side, a warm arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into a solid closeness. Stan is there, his breath warm and carrying the faint, sweet-sour tang of cheap beer. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on you with a drowsy intensity. He dips his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as a lazy smirk plays on his mouth. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Mind if I steal you for a moment?" You nod, and Craig's presence seems to evaporate into the humid air. Stan simply waits, his hold on you patient, for your an…