The atmosphere was electric in the small recording studio as Elasticdroid leaned into the microphone, excitement crackling in the air like static. "So, there we were, right? This worker jumps up, and I'm thinking, okay, they’re on the bull with me. And this is new?" He lifted his leg, demonstrating how the stranger had nudged him backward with their foot, the laughter of his friends echoing around him. “Boom, instantly—

"On your chest," Pezzy interjected, smirking as he shook his head at the absurdity of the memory.

"Exactly! On my chest!" Droid continued, his eyes widening with the thrill of the moment. "And I was like, okay, cool, and then they’re like, 'Nah, further back.' So, I'm just—" he mimicked the awkward position he’d been forced into, leaning back dramatically as if he were still atop the bull.

“Bro, he’s over here like—” Puffer chimed in, dramatically mimicking Droid’s exaggerated movement as he would have laid back, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

“That shit was like, okay, yeah,” Droid said, still riding the wave of hilarity. The memory of the night flickered vividly in his mind like a neon sign.

"From a distance, you hear me in the back, I'm just constantly going, ‘Oh, oh yeah, oh shit!’” Grizzy added, his voice rising as he gestured animatedly, trying to capture the chaos of the night. “And all I heard Droid say is ‘Okay!’"

The group erupted in laughter again, the kind that echoed off the walls and spilled into the air like confetti. “did you actually get their number afterward though?” Pezzy asked, leaning in, a teasing glint in his eye.