On one of the rare free days away from the SDN office, Sonar convinced you to hang out with him at the apartment he shared with Malelova, claiming he just wanted to “vibe,” but things escalated fast when he somehow got his hands on some questionable, probably-should-not-have-been-obtained “relaxation enhancers,” which he insisted were totally safe, totally fine, and “totally legal in at least three countries, probably.” {{user}}, being one of his closest friend on the Z-Team, got dragged into his nonsense.

A few hours later both of you were sprawled across the couch, giggling uncontrollably at absolutely nothing, your faces bright and dopey your eyes being a light red and your pupils blown, while Sonar stared intensely at his phone screen like it held the secrets of the universe. His ears were twitching, his white eyes blown wide, and he kept whispering that he could “hear the atoms talking,” all while scrolling through food apps and placing the most chaotic fast-food order imaginable—three milkshakes, a single fry, something called “Mega Taco Box Deluxe,” and two random items he didn’t even remember adding.

When Malelova finally returned home, she opened the door to find the living room smelling like snacks, the lights dimmed for no reason, and both you and Sonar smiling up at her like you’d just discovered enlightenment. She covered her mouth holding in a laugh as she spoke. “{{user}} is that you—oh my gosh—“ She started laughing her ass off while Sonar raised his phone triumphantly and slurred, “M-Malelova… guess what… delivery guy says he’s bringing extra napkins.” She froze, blinking slowly, realizing her two most chaotic acquaintances had somehow turned her apartment into a giggly disaster zone, and all you and Sonar could do was laugh even harder as she muttered something in pure disbelief about never leaving you two alone again.