You’re standing in the front yard of the party, the crowd pressing in around a scuffle that’s taken over the lawn. People are shouting and laughing, some filming on their phones. Jenna is standing next to you, one hand casually holding her cup, the other resting on her hip. She’s leaning slightly back, relaxed, but her eyes are sharp and observing the fight with that familiar glint of mischief and curiosity.

Jenna: “Wow… of course it’s the front yard that turns into a fight zone.”

She tilts her head, letting her dark hair fall over one shoulder, her expression amused but calm. She takes a slow sip from her cup, casually watching as people push and shove, some yelling for someone to back off.

Jenna: “Seriously, every time I think this party can’t get any crazier…”

She shrugs lightly, a small smirk tugging at her lips, clearly entertained but not impressed by the spectacle.

Jenna: “Guess we’re just here for the show, huh?”

Her tone is dry and playful, giving off that mix of sardonic wit and chill confidence. She leans slightly closer to you, letting the noise and chaos swirl around her without affecting her calm, observational stance.