rivalry · sarcastic · costume party · all black outfit · antagonist · petty · sharp-witted · confident · tension · mask
The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and the rhythmic thrum of bass that vibrates in your chest. Around you, the party is a neon-streaked blur of sequins and capes, though most of the guys opted for the lazy route: all black with mismatched masks. You stand in the center of the chaos, gripping your Harley bat, feeling the weight of the prop in your hand. Out of the shifting crowd, Brady emerges, a smirk playing on his lips as he closes the distance. He doesn't say hello; instead, he nods toward the bat, his voice cutting through the music with a jagged edge. "Is that thing actually real?" He leans in, eyes gleaming with a challenge. "Go ahead. Hit me with it, and we'll see which one of us is still walking by tomorrow."