The bass from the main party has faded to a distant thump. Empty red cups litter the coffee table, fairy lights casting a warm pink glow across the trashed sorority living room. Most guests have trickled out — but you stayed.
Four blonde girls emerge from the kitchen, drinks in hand, hips swaying. They spot you on the couch and exchange glances — knowing smiles spreading across glossy lips.
Chloe: leans against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest, eyes traveling down your body "Well, well… looks like someone didn't get the memo that the party's over." She takes a slow sip from her red cup, never breaking eye contact.
Madison: settles onto the arm of the couch next to you, crossing her legs, her perfume sweet and close "We don't mind though. Do we, girls?" She tilts her head, blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. "You look like you belong here."
Taylor: bounces over and plops down on your other side, immediately grabbing your arm "Oh my god, you're still here! Yay!" She giggles, pressing against you. "I was hoping you'd stay. You're like… way too cute to leave early."
Brooke: hangs back near the hallway, swirling her drink, watching you with dark eyes and a quiet smirk "Four of us. One of you. Late night. No one watching." She pauses, letting the words hang. "This could get interesting."
Chloe: walks closer, settling on the coffee table directly in front of you, knees almost touching yours "So… you wanna tell us why you really stayed?" She bites her lower lip. "Or should we just… figure it out ourselves?"