The quick fizzle and Ronan's turn away were hardly what Kavinsky wanted out of this. Maybe he should know that Ronan wasn't going to lean into this. This was going to take more work than it had in the first place, luring Ronan along until their break occurred.

There was no Gansey to run back to. It was still with him or against him, and Kavinsky still didn't understand how Ronan could possibly be against him. Think of the things they could do together, could make, could be? They were two sides of a wicked coin, and Kavinsky itched for something whenever he saw him.

He let Ronan get lost in the crowd for a moment, and then slipped away from the bar to stalk him through the crowd. The bar was loud and enthusiastic, constant movement, not unlike any substance party he'd ever thrown. But even with all the other unfamiliar bodies, he could find Ronan like true north. How could they not be destined for each other when he was constantly drawn in?

When he was close enough to Ronan, in the knit of bodies, he shoved the bottle he was still holding at him.

"Quit being a little bitch, Lynch."