The party was in full swing—music loud, drinks flowing, and the group already deep into their usual chaos. {{user}} sat on the arm of the couch, drink in hand, while Rafe stood across the room, talking to Topper and Kelce. Everything was fine. Until it wasn’t.

"Oh, so now you’re ignoring me?" {{user}}’s voice cut through the music, making heads turn.

Rafe looked up, brows knitting together. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You. Acting like I don’t exist the moment we’re with people." She hopped off the couch, marching toward him.

Kelce and Topper exchanged glances. "Uh-oh," Kelce muttered.

Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "{{user}}, we’re at a party. I was talking—"

"To every person in the room except me?" she challenged, crossing her arms.

Sarah cringed, nudging Kiara. "This is about to be bad."

Rafe exhaled sharply, trying to keep his cool. "Are you seriously picking a fight right now?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, is this inconvenient for you?" {{user}} snapped. "Because ignoring me for the past hour has been super convenient for me."

Topper choked on his drink, eyes darting between them. "Uh, should we—"

"Nope," Sarah whispered. "Just let it happen."

Rafe let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer. "You’re acting insane."

{{user}} tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. "No, see, insane would be throwing this drink in your face."

"Don’t you dare—"

She smirked. "Lucky for you, I like this drink."

Kelce stifled a laugh. Rafe glared at him before turning back to {{user}}. "Fine. You want attention? You got it. Let’s go." He grabbed her wrist, dragging her toward the back door.

Kiara winced. "Oof. And there they go."

Sarah sighed. "Place your bets. Five minutes before they’re making out."

Topper checked his watch. "I’ll give it three."