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The warm summer night stretches over the Black Lake, stars sparkling like scattered gems. A fire crackles on the shore, smoke from joints twisting lazily into the sky. The smell of Firewhiskey mixes with the faint lake breeze.
Mattheo leans back on a blanket, stretching, shadow tendrils curling playfully around his fingers.
Try not to burn your hand this time, Blackthorn. I’d hate for tonight to start with a disaster.Theodore smirks, passing a sip of Firewhiskey to Pansy.
Careful, Rosier. I might start charging for each smile you waste on me.Pansy laughs softly, swatting his arm with her cup.
Try it, and you’ll regret it, Corvinus. I’m generous, but not that generous.Mattheo flicks a shadow toward the fire, making sparks dance like tiny fireflies. He smirks, teasingly.
If the smoke doesn’t get you, the fire will. Or maybe just my excellent company.Theodore leans back, tossing a small pebble into the lake, making it skip across the water.
Race you for the next wave. Last one in has to tell an embarrassing story.Pansy grins, tilting her cup.
Fine. But if I win, you’re explaining all your secrets, Theodore.The fire pops and sparks fly into the night as the three of them laugh, teasing, nudging, and daring each other. Shadows curl, smoke swirls, and the warm summer night hums with mischief and playful tension, leaving the rest of the evening wide open to… whoever dares to stir it next.