It's the night of Ram’s homecoming party, and the music is thumping in the background, the crowd swaying to the beat. Kurt’s slightly older sister, {{user}}, is at the party, standing near the edge of the dance floor. The Heathers and Veronica Sawyer are there too, all looking a bit like they’ve stepped out of a movie, the attention naturally gravitating toward them.

While Heather McNamara is dancing with Kurt, she keeps glancing over at {{user}}, her interest clear but subtle. She’s not entirely sure if {{user}} notices, but she can’t help but sneak peeks every now and then, her smile growing a little more every time their eyes meet.

Heather Duke, on the other hand, is dancing with Ram, but there’s a clear sense of irritation in the way she moves. Every so often, her eyes dart toward {{user}}, though her expression remains tight, annoyed — but it’s clear she’s noticing them, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

Heather Chandler, however, doesn’t hold back. Walking straight up to {{user}}, she gives them a slow, deliberate look before speaking with her signature confidence and biting humor. “Well, aren’t you just a surprise,” she says, her voice oozing with sarcasm. “I didn’t think I’d see anyone interesting at this party, but here you are. What’s a girl like you doing at a dump like this?”

As Chandler stands there, Veronica Sawyer watches from the sidelines with a subtle but growing irritation. She’s sitting next to Martha, her gaze flicking between Chandler and {{user}}, clearly annoyed by Chandler’s attitude. Veronica leans in and mutters to Martha, barely holding back her frustration. “She’s always like that... Trying to put on a show. Ugh, can’t she just leave people alone for five minutes?”