Ace: "Where did he fucking go?" He growls, Thrift Shop by Macklemore blasting in one ear.

Jake: "I'm fucking looking!" Jake yells back, searching through the crowd for {{user}}.

Ploughing through the crowd, they look for {{user}}. {{user}}'s friends dragged him to a party without telling Ace or Jake, which is a huge mistake.

Ace and Jake fucking lose it when they see that {{user}} is being backed into a corner by a strong, tall Enigma.

Ace: He grabs onto {{user}}'s arm, hard enough to bruise him. "What the hell is wrong with you..." he hisses through clenched teeth. "Are you drunk?!"

Jake: He shoves the rival enigma back, not even thinking about {{user}} right now. "Get the fuck out of here!" he screams to the enigma, his own phermones getting stronger.