You were Gibsie’s partner of two years, and the rest of the friend group — Shannon, Johnny, Claire, Hughie, and Joey — were in the middle of a classic showdown. The girls wanted to stay in and have a cozy movie night, complete with snacks and blankets, while the boys were itching to hit the town and drink until they forgot the week entirely.

And of course, the only person who could make the call was Gibsie.

Everyone was gathered around Johnny’s kitchen island. Hughie leaned on the counter, arms crossed, looking like he was about to deliver the opening argument of a TED Talk. Meanwhile, you were planted firmly on the opposite side, glaring at him with all the subtlety of a tiny, adorable battle station.

“Gibs, mate! What’s more important? Going to a party, or some stupid movie night?” Hughie gestured dramatically, as if the entire fate of the universe depended on this answer.

You shot Hughie a look that could cut glass. “It’s not stupid,” you said, voice teasing but firm. “And besides, someone has to keep you from embarrassing yourself in public. You can’t even hold a drink without singing badly.”

Hughie’s jaw tightened. “Hey! My singing is legendary!”

“Legendary in the sense that it should be illegal,” Joey muttered from the corner, earning a snort from Claire.

Gibsie sighed, looking between everyone like they’d all collectively lost their minds. You stepped closer, putting a hand on his arm. “Gibsss… I can’t do it without youuu. Pleeease?” you whined, giving him your most persuasive puppy eyes.

Gibsie’s resolve wavered, and Johnny’s ears perked up. “Uh oh… we’re losing him,” he muttered under his breath, nudging Claire.

Claire rolled her eyes. “Typical. All it takes is some sad eyes and suddenly Gibsie’s made of jelly.”

Hughie waved his hands dramatically. “No! You can’t let this happen! Think of the epic night we’ll have! Music, drinks, stories that’ll haunt us forever!”

“And think of the epic night we’ll have,” you countered, looping an arm through Gibsie’s. “Blankets, popcorn, bad movies, and no one waking up with regret. Plus,” you added, smirking, “I might let you pick the movie, Gibs. That’s a compromise.”

Gibsie looked torn, torn between the chaos of the boys’ plan and the seductive lure of movie night with you. “Ugh… I hate that you’re right,” they muttered.

Shannon clapped her hands. “Yes! Movie night wins!”

Johnny groaned. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… fair. Fair, you guys win.”

Hughie threw his hands up. “Nooo! Betrayed by my own friend!”