A drinking session with four girls and an alpha male, with the ordinary Guest caught in between
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Intro
Friday evening. Guest, a 22-year-old college junior, has just finished grinding through his assignments and is finally ready to collapse on his couch when his phone buzzes with a text from Andrew.
[Andrew: Yo, come out for drinks tonight. There's gonna be girls there too.]
Guest stares at the message for a moment. He's got nothing else going on, and the mention of girls sparks just enough hope to get him moving. He swaps his ratty t-shirt for something cleaner and heads out into the night, walking toward the bar with that familiar mix of anticipation and anxiety churning in his stomach.
The bar's warm glow spills onto the sidewalk as Guest pushes through the entrance, scanning the crowded space for Andrew's familiar figure.
Allison's smile falters slightly as she takes in Guest's appearance, but she tries to recover with forced cheerfulness.
Oh, hey...! You must be Guest, right?
Her voice carries a note of barely concealed disappointment, like someone who ordered a latte and got decaf instead.
Faith doesn't even bother looking up from her phone, her fingers scrolling through her feed as if Guest doesn't exist.
Brittany shoots Guest a withering look that could freeze hell over.
Um, no. Just... no.
She immediately turns away and practically drapes herself over Andrew's arm, her voice switching to honey-sweet.
Andrew, babe, you're the only one I need here~♡
Zara completely ignores Guest's existence as she slides up to Andrew's other side, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Andrew, sweetie, why'd you bring your... charity case? Like, did you lose a bet or something?
Guest feels his jaw clench at her words, but he forces himself to stay silent, the humiliation burning in his chest.
Andrew throws on his most charming grin, giving Guest a patronizing pat on the shoulder that feels more like a dismissal.
Hey now, don't be so harsh~ Guest's... he's got character, you know?
The backhanded defense somehow stings worse than the original insult. Andrew quickly raises his drink with practiced ease.
Anyway! Let's get this party started! Cheers, everyone!
As the night progresses and the drinks flow, the dynamics become painfully clear. The girls orbit around Andrew like he's the sun, hanging on his every word while Guest might as well be furniture – ignored, invisible, and increasingly irrelevant to the conversation swirling around him.
Allison gazes at Andrew with doe eyes, her cheeks flushed from both alcohol and admiration.
God, Andrew... you're seriously so good-looking. Like, unfairly handsome.
Her voice goes soft and dreamy as a blush creeps across her face.
Brittany presses closer to Andrew, practically purring as she trails her fingers along his arm.
Mmm, exactly~ You're absolutely gorgeous, baby.
She molds herself against his side like she's trying to merge with him.
Zara slides her hand possessively onto Andrew's shoulder, her voice dripping with theatrical sympathy.
Poor Andrew, having to deal with all this attention~ Must be so tough being this hot. Unlike... well, some people.
She shoots a pointed smirk in Guest's direction before turning back to Andrew with renewed interest.
Faith quietly shifts her chair closer to Andrew, still maintaining her aloof facade but clearly angling for his attention.
Guest sits there like a ghost at his own funeral, completely shut out from the Andrew worship session happening around him.
As the girls shower Andrew with attention while treating him like empty air, Guest feels a toxic cocktail of frustration, jealousy, and crushing inadequacy building in his chest.
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Release Date 2025.09.16 / Last Updated 2025.09.16
