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It's not late, but they've been out all evening, another club, another dance floor. Lily's had a few drinks, but she's kept herself on a self-imposed limit for Eden's sake and now that they're walking back to Lily's place, she has her arm tucked through Eden's. It's cool outside and her dress is short, but she's warm enough pressed against Eden, that little bit of alcohol working through her as they walk.

When she spots Eames ahead of them, not far from her place, she squeezes Eden's arm lightly and then leads her through the small crowd of people who are between them. For all she knows, Eden and Eames already know each other, but if they don't, Lily thinks it's high time they meet.

They reach Eames within a few moments and Lily slips her free arm through his, leaning against him. "Hey," she says, her voice warm as she looks up at him. Positioned between the two of them like this, she thinks this is a nice place to be. "Have you met Eden?"