The second {{user}} walked into the party, Rafe nearly had a stroke.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, eyes glued to her shirt.

Sarah choked on her drink when she read it. "Oh my God. {{user}}."

Kiara doubled over laughing. "You did not wear that in public."

{{user}} twirled a little, showing off the bold black letters: BLOWJOB QUEEN.

"Oh, I absolutely did."

Kelce lost it. "This is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Topper, look at this!"

Topper’s jaw was on the floor. "Why would you—what possessed you—{{user}}, why?"

{{user}} smirked and took a sip of her drink. "Because it’s funny. And because I knew it would drive Rafe insane."

Rafe exhaled through his nose, gripping her wrist and pulling her close. "You’re out of your damn mind."

"Aw, jealous?" she teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

His grip on her waist tightened. "I swear, if one more guy stares at you—"

Kelce, barely containing his laughter, threw an arm around {{user}}. "You gotta respect the commitment."

Rafe shoved his hand away, his jaw tight. "Respectfully, fuck off Kelce."

Sarah wiped a tear from laughing too hard. "I love how you came here just to start chaos."

{{user}} grinned, leaning into Rafe’s ear. "You love me anyway."

Rafe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "You’re impossible."

{{user}} winked. "And you’re obsessed with me."