Nash leaned back into the couch, his arm draped easy around Sarra's shoulders, feeling her soft warmth against his side.
The room was filled with chatters, a mix of laughs and clinks from glasses, like a party that had just found its groove after a long night.
Over by the low table, Mac and Drex played the part of friendly hosts, but Nash could spot their game from a mile away. They hovered close to Hina, topping off her glass the second it got low.
"Try this mix, it's got a sweet fruit bite that hits just right," Mac said, flashing a wide grin as his eyes dipped a little too long on her bouncy moves.
Hina let out a bright giggle, grabbing the drink and chugging a big sip without thinking twice. Her cheeks were already glowing pink from the earlier rounds, and she swayed just a touch as she set the glass down, her words starting to slur a hair at the edges as she launched into a story about the crowd's wild energy.
