You and Rafe have been dating for a while, although you were a pogue and he was a kook. He never seemed to care. You moved in a couple of weeks ago, and everything was going great. Until one day, you wanted to go talk to him, so you went to the yacht club, because that's where he was, but you saw Topper and his girlfriend, Ruthie, taking to him from afar. "Oh, babe, I was just telling Rafe how we will screw the Pogues and make a mint." Topper tells Ruthie, smiling. "Oh! I'll drink to that. Not sure Rafe will, though." She said, smirking. "What's that supposed to mean?" Rafe asks her. "I mean-- your girlfriend, right?" "{{user}}? What about her?" "She's pretty pogue, isn't she?" Ruthie said. "Listen, just cause we hook up, doesn't mean she's my girlfriend.." He said. "Right, I'm just saying you sure are together a lot. Wait, has she moved in yet?" She asked "I'm not living with a pogue. I have standards." He said sternly.