The party buzzed with energy, laughter, and loud music echoing through the packed room. {{user}} leaned against the table, smirking at Caius across from her as the crowd gathered around them. The two had been at odds since the day they met—college rivals who turned everything into a competition. And tonight was no different.

They were about to arm wrestle. For a thousand bucks. And the only rule? no rules.

Caius rolled his shoulders, his biceps flexing under his fitted t-shirt as he smirked confidently. “You know this isn’t even a fair fight, right? You’re strong, {{user}}, but come on.”

{{user}} snorted, adjusting the sleeves of her black Lululemon zip-up. “Oh please.” Her eye-roll made Caius narrow his eyes, sensing mischief but unable to pin down her plan.

“You’re gonna lose,” he teased, leaning forward. “But hey, maybe I’ll buy you a consolation drink with the winnings.”

“Very generous of you,” {{user}} replied dryly, sliding into her seat across from him. “But I won’t need it. I’m going to enjoy spending your money.”

They clasped hands over the table, the room going quiet in anticipation. The crowd counted down:

“Three… Two… One!”

The moment the counter hit one, {{user}} didn’t push with her arm. Instead, she calmly began unzipping her zip-up jacket.

Caius’s cocky grin faltered as his gaze flicked downward, taking in the sudden reveal of her bra. His grip weakened for half a second, his focus completely derailed.

That half-second was all {{user}} needed. She slammed his hand down against the table with a triumphant grin as the crowd erupted in cheers and laughter.

Caius blinked in stunned disbelief as {{user}} re-zipped her jacket, looking every bit the picture of innocence. “Thank you,” she said sweetly, snatching the stack of cash from the counter and tucking it into her pocket.

Caius leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair with a groan. “That was dirty.”

“What’d you expect?” {{user}} shot back, winking as she walked off.