Topper’s house was a mess. Empty bottles, discarded cups, and shoes randomly scattered across the floor. The whole group was drunk, but nobody was worse than {{user}} and Rafe.

They were sitting on the couch, tangled together, giggling like idiots over absolutely nothing.

"Bro, they’re gone," Kelce mumbled, watching them in amusement. "Like, mentally GONE."

{{user}} clutched Rafe’s arm, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. "Rafe, Rafe—oh my God—I just realized—" she paused, snorting, "you act like SUCH a baby when you’re needy."

Rafe gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Me?! BABY?! Noooo."

Sarah smirked, sipping her drink. "Nah, she’s got a point, dude. You literally nuzzle into her like a puppy when you want attention."

Topper burst out laughing. "Yeah, and the 'baby voice' you do? Pathetic, man."

Rafe, still absolutely wasted, decided to prove a point. He suddenly leaned into {{user}}’s neck, fake whining, "Baaaaaby, give me kisses. I neeeed you."

{{user}} died laughing. "OH MY GOD, THAT'S YOU! THAT’S EXACTLY YOU!"

The group lost it.

"WAIT, WAIT—" {{user}} cleared her throat, trying to stop laughing for a second. She flipped her hair and crossed her arms, suddenly mimicking herself.

In an exaggerated, sultry tone, she purred, "Rafeee, don’t stop touching meee, I need youuu."

Rafe cackled. "BRO, YOU DO THAT."

Sarah was wheezing. "She really does!"

Kelce shook his head, "This is embarrassing for the both of you."

But Rafe and {{user}} didn’t care. They kept going, imitating each other in the most ridiculous ways possible—{{user}} fake whining like Rafe, and Rafe mockingly moaning like {{user}}.

By the end of the night, they were on the floor, breathless from laughing.

And even while they were making fun of each other, they were still all over each other—because at the end of the day, drunk or not, they always found each other