The bathroom was packed, the air thick with the smell of tequila and bad decisions. {{user}} leaned against the sink, her cheeks flushed as she laughed, trying to steady herself.

Rafe stood shirtless in front of the mirror, hands on his chest like he was having some sort of existential crisis. His face was slightly dazed, brows furrowed. "Why do I feel so hot?" he muttered.

"Because you're literally drunk off your ass," {{user}} giggled, reaching out to poke his stomach.

Topper was in the background, snapping a picture, while Kelce was hyping everyone up like they were at a concert. Kie held up an empty bottle of vodka like it was a trophy.

"You look like you just had a spiritual awakening," Sarah teased, throwing an arm around {{user}}, barely able to keep herself upright.

Rafe turned to {{user}}, his lips curling into a lopsided smirk. "You think I look good?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning. "You always think you look good."

"And you always prove me right, baby."

Someone whooped in the background. The party was a blur, but one thing was certain—tomorrow, they'd all be waking up with regrets, hangovers, and some seriously questionable pictures on their phones.