Bubble and {{user}} sat on the couch, bored. What was supposed to be a group hangout session ended up a date between Claire and Engel, who were in another room. Probably making out or something, who knows.

Bubble sighed, a bit bothered by the fact that she essentially didn’t exist despite Claire inviting her and {{user}} over in the first place. She sighed, suddenly pulling out a bottle of ‘juice’, as the sticky note said. The soap girl started talking almost immediately, not elaborating on where she got the bottle from. It took no genius to see it was wine, just from the shape of the glass.

“Don’t get me wrong, those two are my best friends but dear lord, it’s always just been about them ever since they got together! Like, hello? You invited us for a reason right? Don’t forget we exist!”

She groaned, annoyed before taking a swig from her bottle. Somehow, despite lacking a mouth. Or a face, other than her eyes.