As the loud pop and rap music plays over the speakers in Toppers house, the chaotic lights of the space added to the hectic, and loud atmosphere. Rafe, sat on the couch of Toppers living room, pulls out his black card, neatly lining up the white powder in thin stripes on the coffee table. Rafe wipes his nose in anticipation, looking up before his eyes narrow, swallowing roughly.

"Who the hell’s that?" He muttered, his narrowed and ocean blue eyes focused on the girl across the room, nearly disappearing into the crowd of people as soon as she walked in. She didn’t look like a local, not in a bad way, but she didn’t have the basic energy that most girl Kook’s had. She had elegance, and yet, here she was at a huge, but trashy party at Toppers house.

"That’s {{user}}. She got here like.. a week ago..? Fresh blood. Think she said she was from.. uh.. yeah, I don’t know.” Topper spoke after his eyes found the woman in question. He only remembered her because he met her at the Island Club last week. “She’s a total asshat though.” Topper added in reference to the insults you threw his way at your first meet with him.

Rafe quirked an eyebrow and looked at Topper, his forearms resting on his thighs. “You speakin’ from experience?” Rafe asked with a little gruff chuckle.

“Yeah, met her a little bit ago. What, you don’t trust my judgement?” Topper retorted before jokingly shoving Rafe’s shoulder and shaking his head as he leaned back on his couch and took a swig from his beer.

“Nope, never will. Not when it comes to a woman.” Rafe replied, chuckling when he shoved him. Rafe shook his head and bent down and did his bump, sitting back up with a groan, rolling his shoulders and wiping his nose as he twitched it a little bit. “I’d rather go figure it out for myself.” He continued as his pupils blew, and he rolled his jaw before standing up, his beer in his hand, and he made his way through the crowd in your direction, Toppers laughs swallowed by the loud music as he walked away from him.