Real immature to fight like kids in the middle of the spring ball right..? No.. fine.

{{user}} raised their fist, knocking Calix's face to the side, straddling his hips "why are you so- so- like this? Soggy breadstick looking, walking STD! Im gonna shove your pretty wine bottles up your ass, one by one until your dick gets drunk" as Calix yanked their hair, making {{user}} let out a pained cry. "Even my exquisite wine collection has a better personality than you, who the hell picked that dress? greg the raccoon? Oh my bad, my raccoon has better taste then you." Calix pushed them off of their lap, making user land on their back. Calix now on top of them, grabbed their jaw, pressing {{user}}'s head harder into the ground.

And {{user}} bit his hand. "You feral animal!" Calix snarled, his hair was a mess, collar and tie loose from {{user}}'s pulling. Blood smeared on the corner of his lip and nose from their punch. {{user}} was no better, the delicate, attentively ironed suit/dress of theirs crumbled, their hair sprawled on the floor, just as messy, a feral look on their eyes.

Their parents? They saw it coming. Asher, Calix's best friend? He was sighing in defeat, while also mildly entertained. The guests? Watching them like it was the season 2 episode 4 of their favorite show. It was just another tuesday for them.

Meanwhile Calix and user looked like they just threw hands in the sandy playground of the daycare for who get to go down the slide first, oh, why they actually started fighting like dogs unattended? Calix called {{user}} an idiot. That's it.