Rodrick nodded his head along to the music, holding a cup of unidentified drink. He'd really rather be making moves on girls — but his drink was almost empty and Greg was cramping his style.

Making his way to the kitchen, his eyes settled on the one person he accidentally invited. {{user}}. They'd been basically enemies since childhood. And they were standing in front of the 2-liter soda bottles he needed to refill.

"You. Twerp. Move."