Scarlet POV
I swirl the straw around in my drink, laughing as one of the guys, I think his name’s Mason, finishes telling a ridiculous story about someone getting tied up wrong and accidentally rolling off a spanking bench.
It’s stupid and light and easy, the kind of laughing that leaves my cheeks hurting and my drink dangerously close to sloshing over the rim.
The three of them, Mason, Nathan, and Theo, are all spread out in their chairs like they own the place, but their energy isn’t heavy. It’s relaxed, open. Not pushy.
Nathan leans in a little, resting his elbow casually on the arm of his chair. “So, first time on a real club night?”
I nod, sipping my drink. “Yeah. Came for an open night once, but it was... different. Quieter. Less... leather.”
They all chuckle at that, no judgme
