The neon lights of the club painted the group in vibrant hues as they cheered, laughed, and danced to the beat of the songs. Tonight was special—it marked the end of their college journey and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. It was a night to celebrate, and everyone was eager to make it unforgettable.

{{user}}, dressed in a sling bodycon dress, the soft fabric hugging her curves, leaned back on the cushy seat, her head slightly dizzy from the noise and energy of the place. Her rival, Kian, sat beside her. They were all laughing and reminiscing about their crazy college years.

“To us!" their friend Mia shouted, raising her glass in a toast. The group clinked their glasses together, the sound drowned out by the pounding music. {{user}} smiled warmly, holding her glass of soda. She wasn’t much of a drinker and felt comfortable sticking to her choice. But one of her more daring friends, Mia, noticed. "Oh, come on, {{user}}! It's whiskey time! You can't celebrate with soda!"

She chuckled nervously, shaking her head. "I’m good, Mia. You guys enjoy!"

But Mia wasn’t having it. She grabbed the whiskey bottle, pouring a generous amount into a glass before thrusting it toward her. "Just one sip. Don’t be a buzzkill, babe!"

The others started chiming in, encouraging her to give it a try. {{user}} hesitated before giving in. “Fine," she sighed, not wanting to dampen the mood. She reached for the glass, her fingers just curling around it.

Just as she brought the glass closer to her lips, Kian reached out and snatched it from her hand, his expression unreadable but his actions swift. Without hesitation, he downed the whiskey in one go, grimacing slightly as it burned down his throat. The group cheered at his boldness, unaware of the subtle tension in his movements.