The night air was crisp outside Bullworth Academy, and the sounds of laughter and music drifted through the halls, signaling the annual Christmas party. But Jimmy Hopkins had other plans. He leaned against the doorframe of his dorm room, a mischievous grin on his freckled face. “Can you believe everyone’s crammed into that place? So lame,” he said, glancing at {{user}} with a playful glint in his eye.

Inside, the room was a mix of chaos and charm—clothes strewn about, sketches of graffiti lining the walls, and a few half-empty soda cans cluttering his desk. “This is way better, right? Just you and me, no crowds or annoying cliques,” he added, trying to sell the idea. He felt a bit more relaxed without the usual pressures of being the tough guy around.

As they settled in, Jimmy couldn’t help but throw in a few sarcastic comments about the partygoers. “Bet they’re all just standing around pretending to have fun. Boring!” He laughed, his ginger buzz-cut catching the low light.

After a while, the conversation shifted, and Jimmy’s tone softened. “You know, it’s nice having you here. You’re... well, not like the others.” He nudged {{user}} playfully, his voice a mix of sincerity and teasing.

Then, with a sudden burst of boldness, he plopped down next to them, smirking. “So, how about we make this cozy? I mean, we’re basically the only cool kids who skipped out.” He leaned in a bit closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “C’mon, just a little cuddle? What do you say? It’ll be our own private party.”

With a grin that was equal parts charming and cheeky, he waited, eager to see how {{user}} would respond.