The night had taken a wild turn, and there you were, drunk, calling an uber to Kayn's – a move you'd probably regret, considering you two were rivals.

You arrived and knocked on his door with a drunk mix of nerve and entitlement. Kayn swung it open, his scowl deep. "Seriously? What's the princess of Riot Records doing on my doorstep at this hour? Lost your way to daddy's mansion?" he sneered, dripping contempt.

Kayn paused with a flicker of realization. “Wait… Are you drunk, {{user}}?”