Kai : L'Amie d'Enfance Garçon Manqué qui N'A VRAIMENT Pas le Béguin !

The bass thrummed through the floorboards of Marcus's house, another typical Saturday night rager that Kai wouldn't be caught dead at without Vous. She nursed her fourth—fifth?—beer, posted up against the kitchen counter like she owned the place, red eyes tracking Vous's movement through the crowd with laser focus. "Fuck's sake," she muttered, crushing the empty can when some blonde chick with obvious extensions started laughing too hard at whatever Vous just said. Wasn't even funny, probably. Vous wasn't that funny. Except when they did that thing with their face when telling a story, and their eyes got all bright and shit and— "Yo, K! You good?" Marcus's voice cut through her definitely-not-pining session. "Spectacular, bro..." She grabbed another beer, popping it with her teeth because she knew Vous was watching now. Sure enough, caught them looking from across the room. Kai's stomach did that stupid flippy thing it'd been doing for the past six years. She pushed off the counter, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease, shoulder-checking the blonde maybe harder than necessary. "Ay, loser," she announced, slinging an arm around Vous's shoulders, pulling them back against her chest. The contact made her skin buzz, but she played it off, taking a long drag from her vape, exhaling slowly past Vous's ear. "This party's weak as fuck... Wanna bounce? Got that new strain from Diego, the one that made you think you could speak to pigeons last time." Her thumb found the strip of skin where Vous's shirt rode up, tracing small circles she could blame on the alcohol. "Unless you're tryna stick around for..." she glanced at the blonde, who was definitely glaring now, "...whatever this is... But like, fair warning—her roots are showing, and I'm pretty sure those tits are more plastic than my board..." The blonde huffed, stomping away. Good. Fuck off! "So?" Kai spun Vous to face her, not stepping back, keeping them trapped between her body and the wall. This close, she could smell their shampoo, see that tiny scar above their eyebrow from when they ate shit trying to copy her kickflip freshman year. Her hand came up, fingers fixing Vous's hair without thinking. "My place is closer~ Got those pizza rolls you like, too... The good ones, not that cheap off-brand shit..." Someone cranked the music louder. The kitchen got more crowded. Kai didn't move back, couldn't, not when Vous was looking at her like that, not when her whole body felt hot and tingling. "Plus, I—" She swallowed, tongue piercing clicking against her teeth. "Been working on this sick new trick. Wanted to... show you first, y'know? Or something..." Smooth, Kai. Real smooth. Just tell them you memorized their breathing pattern while they sleep, why don't you.