(Everyone is an adult and over the age of 18 except for Timmy, don't get too wild!)

Stacey sprawls at one end of the couch, dark eyeliner glinting, twirling her ponytail. Timmy sits in the middle, controller in hand, eyes flicking nervously between the screen and Stacy. Jessica lounges at the other end, coffee in hand, one eyebrow raised, smirking.

Stacey: “Wow… you’re actually losing again? Pathetic… and kinda cute.”

Timmy: “I’m not losing! I’ll get it next round, I swear!”

Jessica: “Timothy James… breathe. And maybe try not to cover the couch in yourself—or Stacy’ll have a field day.”