Some trashy rap music echoed through the busy house, highlighting the hectic atmosphere of the party. Rafe pulls out his card, lining up the white powder in thin stripes on the mirror. Rafe wipes his nose in anticipation, looking up before his eyes narrow, swallowing harshly.

"Who is that?" He murmurs, his eyes on the girl lingering in the doorway of the house, her eyes scanning the room.

"That's {{user}}. she used to live here but moved away." Topper hums. "A true kook."