He arrives at the same time as Jeremiah, Camilla, and Clover, and when he sees them in the foyer, he’s glad he put so much effort into his appearance. For all Rowan’s self-confidence, this group is unnaturally beautiful and dressed to the nines.

If Rowan didn’t know that Clover and Camilla were twins, he’d never have guessed it from their wildly different appearances tonight. Camilla is sporting her signature long silvery hair, pinned back and flowing to her mid back. Her makeup is nothing short of full runway glamour, all sparkles and bold dark colors. She’s sporting a slinky dark green dress with one bare shoulder and one full-length sleeve.

Next to her, Clover’s natural blond waves and subtle makeup are more reminiscent of old Hollywood starlets. This is the first time Rowan has seen her without her customary tailored business suit, though the navy-blue jumpsuit she’s wearing and classy silver jewelry still give her that same air of authority Rowan has come to associate her with.

Jeremiah is in black slacks and a black mesh top accented with large maroon fabriqué roses. The look is completed with bold accent jewelry in both silver and rose gold, and his hair in his typical flawless sponge curls, his fade newly tidied since that last time Rowan saw him.

“Rowan!” Camilla beams when she finally sees him. “It’s so good to see you in the real world!”

Rowan laughs. “Hey, everyone. Good to see you too. Not gonna lie, though, it’s a bit weird.”

“I’m glad he actually invited you,” Clover chimes in.

“I know!” Camilla says.

“We had a running bet going,” Jeremiah says casually, as if their topic of conversation isn’t sending sparks down Rowan’s spine. “Speaking of, Clove, you owe me twenty bucks.”

“Damn, I’d hoped you’d forgotten. I’ll buy your first drink,” she concedes.

“And mine!” Camilla adds cheerily, slapping her sister on the shoulder.

“You shouldn’t even get one seeing as I was the one who finally convinced him,” Jeremiah adds, directed at Camilla.

“Okay, okay, we’re making Rowan uncomfortable,” Clover says in a chastising tone.

He hadn’t even realized his face felt hot until she’d said it, but he’s glad for her distraction. After all, he’s never been one for being in the spotlight. But even with the lighthearted teasing at his—or really, Mal’s—expense, Rowan likes them all more than he already did.

They make small talk until Mal shows up ten minutes later, causing Rowan’s jaw to hit the floor. He’s dressed in all black, tight, ripped jeans accentuating his shapely legs and—though he can’t see it right now—surely hugging his ass nicely. He’s got on a black button-up shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hint of his toned chest and his tattoo, accentuated with a thin gold chain. A chic-looking belt and his black boots complete the look, and goddamn, Rowan’s seen him in all sorts of outfits by now, dressy and casual alike, but he looks hot as fuck, and Rowan wants nothing more than to jump him right in the middle of the club.