The bass rattled the walls of the house, the air thick with alcohol, sweat, and the reckless energy of a Kildare party. Rafe and Topper were leaning against the kitchen counter, completely wasted, laughing at nothing and everything at the same time.

Topper, barely able to keep his phone steady, wrapped an arm around Rafe’s shoulders and hit record. His words slurred as he grinned into the camera.

“Broooo, we are drunk as fuuckk,” he shouted, shaking Rafe’s shoulder.

Rafe, eyes red, hair messy, let out a deep sigh, rubbing his face before looking at the camera. “Man… I miss my girl.”

Topper burst out laughing. “You’re so whipped, bro.”

“Shut up,” Rafe muttered, but he was too drunk to argue. Instead, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the counter and took another long sip.

Topper, still laughing, hit send—directly to {{user}}.

A few seconds later, {{user}}’s name popped up on Rafe’s phone.

{{user}}: What the hell is this?

Rafe blinked at the screen before looking at Topper.

“Dude… did you just send that to her?”

Topper grinned. “Hell yeah, I did.”

Rafe groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re such an idiot.”

But deep down, he knew he didn’t care. Maybe she’d come get him