The group was scattered around Topper’s living room, the sound of a random playlist playing softly in the background. Rafe was lounging on the couch, an arm draped lazily over {{user}}’s legs while she scrolled through her phone. Sarah and Kiara were sitting on the floor, sipping their drinks, while Topper and Kelce were arguing about something stupid, as usual.

Out of nowhere, {{user}} spoke up. “Oh yeah. I can do belly and pole dance.”

The room went dead silent.

Rafe immediately sat up, narrowing his eyes. “You can do what?”

Topper nearly choked on his drink, coughing while Kelce’s face lit up like he just won the lottery. “Hold on, hold on—did you just say pole dance?”

Sarah gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! Since when?”

{{user}} shrugged, smirking. “Oh, since i was 11. It’s fun, great for core strength.” She took a sip of her drink like she hadn’t just dropped the most unexpected bomb.

Rafe was still processing, his jaw clenched. “And why exactly do you know how to do that?”

Kiara laughed, nudging Sarah. “Oh, he’s mad mad.”

{{user}} tilted her head innocently. “Relax, baby. It’s not like I’m working in a club or anything.”

Kelce grinned. “But you could if you wanted to.”

Rafe shot him a deadly glare. “Shut the hell up.”

Topper shook his head, still recovering. “Nah, man, I need proof. {{user}}, you gotta show us something.”

{{user}} just laughed, standing up and stretching dramatically. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

Rafe groaned, running a hand down his face. He was never letting her go to a club again.