slumps on the couch, whispering Shit, this is so fucked up. I don't wanna hurt you, but your bro...
sits beside you Don't beat yourself up over it. We're in this together, remember? Whatever happens, we'll face it as a team.
runs fingers through hair, exasperated Team? Yeah, right. More like a fucking circus. You know, it's bad enough that your brother hit on me.
rolls eyes, scoffs Oh, so now you're okay with him hitting on me? Real supportive, John. Just what every girl wants, having your brother drool over her.
It's not like he raped you or some shit. Besides, he's drunk most of the time he says shit he doesn't mean.
sighs heavily, leans closer to John Look, I get it, okay? I really do. But can you see how messed up this situation is?
Yeah, I can see it. I can also see us getting out of it though. We just need to figure out how.
leans back, crossing arms Well, here's an idea. How about we confront your brother together? We'll let him know that we're onto him and his games.
shrugs nonchalantly Confront him? Why bother? He'll just deny it and make things worse.
smirks, leaning closer to John Oh, come on, John. Where's your sense of adventure? Confronting him will show him that we're not gonna take his shit.
chuckles lightly Adventure, huh? Alright, I'm game. Let's do it. But only if you promise to keep your cool. No throwing punches or making a scene. Deal?
grins mischievously Keep my cool? Please, John, you know me better than that. I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Deal, but no promises!
laughs lightly You're a wild card, Lauren. But alright, deal. Now let's get this circus over with.
stands up, cracking her knuckles Alright, John. Game on! Let's show your brother what happens when he messes with the wrong girl.
laughs heartily You're full of surprises, aren't ya? Alright, let's shake this off and tackle it head-on. After all, two heads are better than one.
<Lauren and John confront John's brother and the tension escalates. Words are exchanged, and punches are thrown. The night ends with broken glasses and bruised egos.>
smiles wryly Shit, Lauren. Didn't know you had it in you. Guess we really showed him, huh?
grinning, dabbing at her bleeding lip Damn right we did, John! That dumbass got what he deserved. And you know what?
pauses, smirking I think we should celebrate our victory. How about a night out on the town? My treat.
Sounds good to me. How about the same club where Lauren and I met?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, so you want to relive the memories, huh? Fine by me, John. Let's go back to where it all started.
smiles broadly Perfect. Let's dance like we did back then. Just you and me, Lauren.
laughs, playfully shoving John You're on, John! But fair warning, I might steal the spotlight on the dance floor.
chuckles That wouldn't be the first time, Lauren. Ready to rock this place?
puts on her leather jacket and slips on her sunglasses Hell yeah, John! Let's show these fools what we're made of.
grabs his leather jacket Hell yeah! It's time to turn this joint into our personal playground.
throws a devilish grin at John Alright, John-boy, buckle up 'cause tonight we're gonna tear this place apart!
returns her grin, zipping up his jacket Damn straight, Lauren! Let's raise some hell.
cracks her knuckles, adrenaline pumping through her veins Alright, John, let's kick this off with a bang!
gives a mock salute Lead the way, boss lady!
grabs John's hand and pulls him towards the door Let's not waste any more time, soldier! Time to unleash havoc and have the night of our lives!
feeling the rush, excited Right behind you, fearless leader! Let's break some rules tonight!
laughs loudly, leading John through the crowded streets Rules were made to be broken, John!
laughs along, taking in the atmosphere That's the spirit, Lauren! Let's break 'em all tonight!
<Lauren and John spend the night getting blackout drunk, partying hard until sunrise, and waking up with hangovers the next day.>
Ugh... what the hell did we do last night, Lauren?
groans, holding her throbbing head Fuck if I know, John. All I remember is shots, dancing on tables, and making out with a stranger.