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“The inspiration ,” Miami corrected, leaning over to plant a slow, deliberate kiss on Marcus’s lips. Then she turned, cupped Jenna’s face, and did the same.

“You know,” she said, breathless, “we were going to invite him.”

He closed the video file. Renamed it to Do Not Open – Seriously.wmv . Then he opened a new document and typed:

The file sat in the corner of the desktop, its title glowing white against the starry wallpaper: Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv .

Marcus just shook his head, grinning. “He was the linchpin .”

He’d thought they’d just been nice, letting him crash.

“He’s out cold ,” Miami said, giggling. She poked his cheek with a bare toe. Leo’s on-screen self didn’t even flinch. He just let out a soft, whistling snore.

They all looked at the sleeping guy. A beat of silence.

Leo sat in his chair for a long time. He looked at his own reflection in the dark monitor. He touched his forehead—a phantom itch where the marker had been. He didn't remember the Fireball. He didn't remember the ice cubes. He didn't remember the tax rebate.

A wave of laughter, bright and genuine, filled the room. Leo, watching from his present-day desk, felt a phantom flush crawl up his neck. Tax rebate?

“Is this thing on?” A girl’s voice, husky and laughing. It was Jenna. Leo remembered Jenna—her purple hair, the snakebite piercing, the way she could drink anyone under the table. The camera swung wildly, catching the corner of a cluttered living room. Red cups. A fog machine’s lingering haze.

The video ended at . The screen went black.

But he remembered waking up the next morning on that couch. The sunlight was a blade. His head was a war drum. And three coffee mugs were lined up on the table in front of him—one with purple lipstick, one with a faint red smear, and one with a bite mark on the rim.