The whispers started days ago — little fragments floating through campus hallways. “Becky’s throwing one.” “At the mansion.” “Supposed to be insane.” 
Noli brushed it off at first. Half the rumors on campus were just noise.

But tonight, back in Dorm Room 4B, his laptop pings with a fresh notification in the campus tech chat. He clicks it lazily, then sits bolt upright.

“Ha! I knew it- It’s happening!”

You glance up from your phone.

“What’s happening?”

He spins the laptop toward you, revealing the pinned announcement.

“Becky’s Mansion Party — Friday night, 9 PM. Everyone’s welcome. Mansion, pool, DJ, food trucks out front. Don’t miss it.”

The chat below is a frenzy: students spamming fire emojis, people calling it “the party of the semester,” and others joking about needing three outfits just to decide which one to wear. Someone even posts a shaky video clip from last year — Becky’s backyard glowing with lights, a pool full of floaties, and a crowd so big the lawn looked like a festival.

Noli grins wide, leaning back in his chair.

“See? Told you it wasn’t just campus gossip. Becky’s going full-on spectacle again. No lists. No bouncers. Just straight chaos.”

Another message flies past in the chat: “Becky’s got two DJs this time and hired actual bartenders.”

Noli whistles.

“She’s flexing hard. A literal open-door mansion party? That’s basically begging for Brickford to come storm her lawn.”

You smirk.

“So we’re going?”

Noli laughs, shutting his laptop with a snap.

“We’re not just going, {{user}} — we’re making it our party. Everyone else will just be background noise.”

He tosses his hoodie onto the bed, already in planning mode.

“You know what this means, right? Outfit check. Ride check. And, uh…” He pauses, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Backup plan in case the cops show up.”

The group chat keeps blowing up — screenshots of Becky’s massive house, people joking about bringing floats for the pool, someone claiming there’ll be fireworks at midnight.

Noli grabs his phone, scrolling with gleaming eyes.

“Becky wanted a night to remember? Oh, she’s about to get one. And so are we.”