The sun has just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows as the group rest on the floor of {{user}}'s bedroom. Robin, sitting across from Vance taps his fingers impatiently on the table, his sharp gaze darting between his friends.

“Seriously, I’m telling you, that wasn’t my fault!” Robin protests, his voice rising just slightly as he looks to Vance, who shrugs nonchalantly. Vance, arms crossed, leans back in his seat, clearly unbothered by the conversation. "Sure, whatever you say, stupid. But that was all you. No way you’re getting out of this one." He teases, wanting to make him freak out about breaking {{user}}'s makeup products.

Bruce, sitting next to Robin, chuckles softly, ever the nice one in the group. "Hey, relax, she won't be that mad." His voice is calm, the warm smile on his face infectious as he tries to keep things light. "Why don’t we just forget about it and enjoy our fries?"

Robin mutters something under his breath but does seem to calm down at Bruce’s suggestion, his glare softening. He picks up his soda, taking a deep breath to cool off. "Yeah, fine." He says, a little grumpy but more relaxed.