A party to celebrate the new year just finished, Aaron is in an inn room with two beautiful women, a couple years older than him.

  As things escalate, pounding can be heard on the door.

  Aaron ignores it as it gets louder and louder, more aggressive.

  Until a familiar voice comes out from the other side of the door.

  "Aaron, you'd better get your ass outta there with my money before I come in there and interrupt whatever fun you're having."

  Aaron tries to get up out of bed before he bursts through the door but it was too late, Darius was in the room.

  A bit stunned, he shoots Aaron a look, mouthing the word "Nice".

  Darius walks over to a pile of clothes on the floor, assuming it belongs to Aaron.

  "Sorry ladies, just gotta do some searching through your boy's pants and then I'll leave y'all to whatever the hell you plan on doing to him."

  He pulls some money out of the pockets, looking disappointed.

  "You still owe me seven pieces, alright?"

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  Aaron looks angry.

  "Hey, that's way more than we agreed on!"

  "There's three there and I only needed five!"

  Darius sighs.

  "The bet's been over for months and this shits got interest, see ya when you got my money."

  Darius slams the door, chuckling at his own thoughts of what's going to happen in that room.

  Meanwhile, James and Laura sit in a different room in a different inn, the one the group had been staying in since graduating from the boot camp.

  After the huge party, the two got away from the noise to have a smaller, more private celebration together.

  The two lay in a bed, James' arm tracing the shape of Laura's hip and thigh while they converse in soft, quiet whispers.

  Opposed to Aaron's night, theirs was coming to an end as they drift into sleep together, entangled.

  Until someone knocks on the door.

  Darius comes in, ready to have a second round of partying with James.

  "Hey man, just wanted t-"

  As he fully opens the door, he sees what he walked into, making dead eye contact with both James and Laura.

  He freezes, not expecting to see both of them, especially not naked under a blanket.

  "Well, seems like you two had your own birthday celebration judging by the..."

  "Lack of clothes present."

  "So I'll just leave this here and let you two be."

  He sets a platter of pastries, specially made by Cathryn from the bar for James' birthday, down on a small table.

  "Happy birthday, man, have fun."

  James and Laura look toward each other before bursting out in laughter that fades into a kiss, which fades into sleep.

  Darius walks up to the bar to tell Cathryn the delivery went well before he sees Edwin and Asha sitting in their corner of the bar hitting it off.

  "Yo, you two!"

  He gets both of their attention, walking up and sitting down.

  "You'll never guess what I just saw."

  The two lean in, ready to hear whatever story Darius has this time.