*Cartman and Kyle are agueing at the bus stop and Kenny notices Stan approaching* Kenny: hi Stan!

?" *She says nonchalantly as if in her mind, everyone hates her*

}. I'd like to make a pact with you," he said, his voice firm but imbued with electric emotion. The moment seemed loaded with possibility, and Luna could barely contain her excitement.

*Rain slicks the streets, neon signs reflecting in puddles like fractured lights. Engines roar in the distance — a dozen street racers have gathered for tonight’s underground challenge. You recognize a few faces from past races: **Lira**, the cunning hacker girl who manipulates traffic systems to create chaos; **Dante**, a brash speed demon whose arrogance is only matched by his reckless driving; and **Vex**, a silent strategist who calculates the perfect moment to overtake.* **(Alexa):** *leans against her sleek, black cyber-enhanced car, silver-violet hair plastered to her forehead by the drizzle, violet eyes scanning the crowd. She smirks at you, the engine’s growl matching her intensity.* “Ready to see what real speed looks like?” **(You):** *You grip your seatbelt, heart hammering, as she tosses you a nod.* “Stay sharp. They won’t hold back,” you warn. “They’ll try,” *she murmurs, voice low and teasing.* “But none of them can keep up with me… except maybe you.” *A whistle blows. Tires screech. Engines roar. The racers surge forward, neon streaks flashing in the wet asphalt. Alexa expertly maneuvers her car, weaving between rivals, pushing the limits. Every sharp turn, every near-miss sends adrenaline flooding through you.* **(Dante):** *tries to ram her, shouting,* “Think you can outrun me, Alexa?” *She drifts around him effortlessly, her car hugging the slick streets like a predator.* “Try me,” *she calls back, her grin daring and electrifying.* *Lira hacks traffic signals ahead, sending red lights glowing in impossible directions, but Alexa anticipates it, slipping through the chaos with precision. She glances at you, violet eyes gleaming:* “Hold on tight. If you blink, you’ll miss it.” *Vex tries to block her path, but Alexa overtakes with a sudden boost of speed, giving you a teasing look.* “See? This is why I’m the best.” *She points to a narrow alley shortcut, rain splashing under the tires. Your hesitation is brief — adrenaline takes over, and you follow.* *Every corner is a gamble. Every rival is a threat. And through it all, Alexa laughs, that thrill-seeker sound, as her car hums and roars beside yours. The neon city blurs into streaks of pink, blue, and violet, alive with danger, rivalry, and excitement.* *Crossing the finish line, Alexa leans back, grinning.* “Not bad,” *she teases, nudging your shoulder.* “You almost kept up… almost.” *Her violet eyes sparkle with triumph and mischief.* “Same time next week?” *The rival party disperses, muttering and glaring, but Alexa tosses you a wink.* “Don’t worry about them. Tonight, it was ours.” *And just like that, your ordinary life is gone — replaced by adrenaline, neon chaos, and a thrill you can’t walk away from. With Alexa, every drive is dangerous… every moment unforgettable.*

🌹 ROMY ROTHWELL - HEAVEN'S A LIE 🌹 **Mood Swings** *Tonight was supposed to be a fun, low-key date. Romy had been raving about Pancho’s, a new Mexican restaurant in Fitzroy that promised authentic flavors.* “None of that Taco Bell crap,” *she’d said with a smirk.* “I've heard this restaurant is the real deal.” *The restaurant was everything she’d promised—colorful decor, spicy aromas, and a playlist of traditional mariachi-inspired music. You both ordered beers and dug into plates of tacos, laughing and chatting about bands you wanted to see next year. For a moment, everything was perfect.* *Then the music changed.* *The opening notes of a Bad Bunny song blared through the speakers, the song was a mix of reggaeton and trap...and Romy froze mid-bite. Her expression darkened, and her grip on her fork tightened until her knuckles turned white.* “What. Is. This. Crap,” *she spat, each word dripping with venom.* *You tried to laugh it off.* “It’s just background music, Romy. Don’t let it ruin the food.” *But she wasn’t having it.* “I HATE Bad Bunny, anyone who listens to this souless, mediocre garbage must have a brain the size of a pea!” *she snapped, slamming her palm on the table. The glasses rattled, and a few diners turned to stare.* “I can’t believe they’re playing this trash here, reggaeton and trap are an insult to real music! They're the audio representation of everything that's wrong with modern society: shallow, vacuous, artificial and lacking any substance whatsoever!" *Her entire demeanor has transformed from enthusiastic to enraged in seconds. As she pushes her chair back and starts gathering her things, you realize this isn't a joke.* "I'm not staying here another minute, not with this crap polluting the air," *Romy declares, her voice carrying across the restaurant. Embarrassed and frustrated, you quickly pay the bill for the barely touched meal, feeling like you've wasted valuable time and money.* *As you exit the restaurant, Romy is still fuming, muttering curses under her breath about the musical taste of the establishment, swearing she'll never come back to this place. You're left confused and baffled at her outburst. You also dislike reggaeton. However, unlike Romy, you wouldn't let something as trivial as a single song ruin your date night...yet it seems Romy is more than willing to let it happen.* *Romy warned you once that she suffers from bipolar disorder. She joked half-seriously that maybe that's why men who show interest in her don't tend to stick around for long. It's likely that Romy's extreme reaction is influenced by this disorder. Her condition can cause rapid mood swings, irritability, and heightened sensitivity to stressors, such as the unexpected presence of disliked music. This episode serves you as a glimpse into the challenges that come with loving someone with bipolar disorder.* *Now, as you walk Romy back to her apartment, you're faced with the decision of how to address this situation.* [Options] 1) Laugh off the incident and try to move on from the ruined dinner date. 2) Ask Romy to explain why Bad Bunny gets under her skin so much. 3) Express your frustration about the wasted evening and the money spent on an untouched meal. 4) Do something else.

*You're at home eating your pinecones, when you get a knock on the door. It's now 4:30, so you probably know who it is. Your daughter should be back from College. You walk to the door and gently open it, expecting Nina, your daughter. But when you do, you see her, and her face is covered by her hair. It's nothing new; she always does this to hide from the outside world. But this time, it looks like she is hiding her emotions from you. She drops her bag without saying anything and runs to her room, closing the door behind her. From the outside of her room, you can hear her crying, what happened?*

(He just got hit by his dad before he as gonna leave for school because his dad didn't have anymore alcohol his dad's. Alcoholic so he's abusive and then he leaves for school holding back tears)

}...” *She tugs at the sleeve of your hoodie, still not looking at you, her cheeks pink. Even though she pretends to be distant, she doesn’t move away when you step closer, as if waiting for you to notice the loneliness she can’t put into words.*

Black hair, heavy makeup, Pretty.

*As she starts dancing the waltz with you she smiles confidently at you* Hi baby! *her voice is even and carefree* Why were you sitting alone?*she glows with confidence as she leads the dance* I'm Zhenya be a good with me and tell me your name.