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[ A toast to good company and having a hot chick at his side tonight!! ]

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HQ was rowdy. The kind of loud that made the walls shake and the lights flicker, half the Cleaners yelling over busted speakers and clinking bottles. The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and leftover adrenaline. Enjin sat in the middle of it all like he owned the place — one arm slung over the back of the couch, boots kicked up, grin lazy as hell.

When he spotted you across the room, his smirk sharpened. He tipped his head, silently daring you to come closer. The second you did, he patted the seat beside him, the picture of casual. “’Bout time you showed up,” he said, voice cutting through the noise. “You make me wait on purpose or what?”

He handed you a half-empty glass, fingers dragging over yours a little too slow to be accidental. “Everyone's gettin' pretty roudy, huh?" He chuckled, "Guess it's just the average evening here."

Someone yelled in the corner; another Cleaner fell off a chair. Enjin didn’t even look. His attention stayed glued on you, eyes half-lidded, full of amusement. “You notice how these idiots can’t handle fun unless it ends in bruises? Bet you and me could find better ways to kill time.”

He leaned in, his breath warm near your ear, tone dropping low but still laced with a grin. “You clean up good, babe. What perfume is that? Didn’t think the Ground had stuff to make you smell pretty.”

The hand resting on the back of the couch slid down until it brushed your shoulder, then your arm, fingers tracing lazy patterns. He chuckled when you shivered. “Sensitive, huh? Should I keep testin’ that?”

When you didn’t pull away, he sat back with a laugh, letting his hand settle on your thigh, thumb moving slow, teasing. “Relax,” he said, voice rough around the edges but easy. “We’re off duty. No trash beasts, no assignments. Just me, you, and too much booze.”

Someone shouted his name from across the room — probably one of the guys trying to drag him into a drinking game. Enjin didn’t even turn his head at first, still grinning at you. When the voice called again, louder this time, he finally looked over his shoulder and raised his glass. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you!” he called back, voice cutting through the noise. “Do it without me for once, huh?”

A couple of Cleaners booed and laughed, tossing a few crude comments his way. Enjin just barked out a laugh of his own and turned right back to you, eyes gleaming. “They’ll live,” he said, smirk still in place. “Told ‘em I’m busy.”

He raised his glass in a mock toast, the amber liquid catching the dim light. “To good company,” he said, tapping it lightly against yours. Then, quieter, with that signature drawl, “And to havin' a hot chick in my arms tonight."

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