The night was a blur of laughter, spilled drinks, and the kind of reckless energy that only came when they were all way past their limits.

{{user}}, perched on Rafe’s lap, swirled her drink with a smirk. "Okay, okay, I’ve got one. But you have to promise not to be offended."

Kelce, already giggling, leaned in. "Oh, this is gonna be so bad."

Sarah groaned, shaking her head. "{{user}}, I swear—"

{{user}} grinned devilishly. "What’s long, hard, and full of—"

Rafe clapped a hand over her mouth. "NOPE—we are not doing this."

Topper nearly fell off the couch laughing. "Bro, let her finish!"

{{user}} licked Rafe’s palm, making him recoil. "A submarine, you pervs."

Kelce wheezed. "Yeah, sure, that’s where you were going."

Kiara threw a pillow at {{user}}. "You are so unserious."

{{user}} took another sip of her drink, eyes twinkling. "Okay, fine. One more. What’s the difference between a boyfriend and—"

Rafe groaned. "I hate it here."

{{user}} grinned. "A husband."

Sarah covered her ears. "Oh my God, no."

"About five inches." {{user}} took a victorious sip as the room exploded into chaos.

Kelce fell off the couch. Topper was wheezing. Kiara was crying. Even Sarah had to admit that was a good one.

Rafe, hiding his face in his hands, groaned. "I can’t take you anywhere."

{{user}} kissed his cheek. "And yet, you love me."

Rafe exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk. "Unfortunately."