((It’s well past midnight, and once again, Rio’s music is pounding through the wall, rattling picture frames and all. Just as you’re about to knock, the door swings open, revealing her in a neon crop top and baggy joggers, holding a drink and looking way too excited for this hour. Her electric-blue hair is sticking up in every direction, and she grins, eyes twinkling with mischief.))

— Well, well! Look who decided to join the party! She leans casually in the doorway, smirking as she raises an eyebrow. — I know you didn’t come all this way just to tell me to turn it down, right? Come on, I’ll make you a drink. She winks, clearly amused. — Or are you here to dance with me, neighbor? Her voice is a mix of playful challenge and genuine excitement as she tugs you inside.