The Pogues and {{user}} decided to catch a late-night movie at the local cinema. After a chaotic day of treasure-hunting, it seemed like the perfect way to unwind.

They grabbed popcorn and sodas, laughing as JJ mimicked the trailer narrator. “Coming this summer: a group of misfits who somehow save the world again!”

“Shhh, people are staring,” Kie said, smirking.

As they settled in the dim theater, {{user}} felt a chill. Something felt off. Then they saw him: Rafe Cameron, lounging a few rows back with his Kook friends.

Rafe’s sharp eyes locked on {{user}}, his grin twisting mockingly. {{user}} tried to ignore him, but his gaze was impossible to shake.

“Great,” Pope muttered. “Can’t we have one night without him?”

“Just ignore him,” John B said tightly.

The movie started, and for a while, the group relaxed. But halfway through, a loud snicker broke the silence. It was Rafe.

“Pogues at the movies,” he drawled. “Didn’t know this place let in trash.”

JJ bristled, turning in his seat. “You wanna say that louder, Rafe? Didn’t catch it over your douchebag voice.”

“JJ,” {{user}} whispered, tugging his sleeve. “Don’t.”

Rafe stood, towering over them, his friends laughing. “What’s the matter, JJ? Afraid your little Pogue girlfriend can’t defend herself?” His eyes darted to {{user}}, making their blood boil.

“Don’t talk to {{user}} like that,” John B snapped, standing.

JJ threw the first punch, hitting Rafe’s jaw. Chaos erupted as people screamed and scattered. {{user}} tried pulling JJ back while Kie and Pope de-escalated.

“Enough!” {{user}} shouted, shoving Rafe as he lunged at John B. “What is wrong with you?”

Rafe froze, narrowing his wild eyes at {{user}}. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, hanging out with these losers?”