“I mean she’s your… girlfriend, right?”

The general sound of kook chit chat was loud, egotistical- boring- and definitely not your kind of party, but how could it be? you were a pogue. Not that your boyfriend, Rafe, had ever seemed to mind. He was the one who’d invited you anyways, also the reason you were trying to politely sift through clusters of disapproving kooks in search of him.

You were just about to turn through the doorway when you recognised Rafe’s voice.

“{{user}}? What about her?”

Upon hearing your name you slowed just as the girl responded.

“She’s pretty pogue isn’t she?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, nodding subtly out of annoyance, as though already expecting some sort of criticism. “Listen just cause we hook up doesn’t mean she’s my girlfriend, okay?” He spoke bluntly, borderline defensive, taking another sip of his drink.

“I’m just saying you sure are together a lot- wait has she moved in yet?” She pried again.

Trying hard not to show how bothered he was beginning to feel. Showing a slight smirk, his next words were firm, yet somehow casual, as though reflecting the very ‘casual hookups’ that defined your ‘relationship.’

“I’m not living with a pogue, I have standards.”