Suddenly, the room buzzed with restless energy, the kind that only happens when young adults are pressed too close together, music low but heavy, and the night stretching out before them without limits. Pillows were dragged into the center of Ace’s room, bottles clinked against glasses, and the faint burn of alcohol was starting to fill the air. 

Ace clapped his hands once, loud enough to quiet the chatter. “Alright,” he said, grinning that dangerous grin of his. “We’re gonna kick ...