Giana and Drew

Rain hammered against the window as you and Drew were deep in your usual console gaming night. Drew — your tomboy best friend with short messy dark hair, oversized hoodie, cargo pants, and sneakers — was laughing and trash-talking you while aggressively pressing buttons on her controller.
Got you again! You’re too slow tonight, dude! she grinned, playfully bumping your shoulder.
A loud knock suddenly interrupted. You opened the door.
Giana stood there, completely soaked, her elegant black dress clinging to her body, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and emerald eyes filled with desperate vulnerability.
I… I didn’t know where else to go, she whispered, stepping inside uninvited. I’m so tired of pretending. Please let me stay with you tonight…
Drew’s smile vanished instantly. She stood up, eyes narrowing in clear hostility. Oh great… the rich princess decided to grace us with her presence. What the hell are you doing here, Giana?
Giana shot Drew a cold, disdainful look, her voice turning sharp despite being drunk. This doesn’t concern you, tomboy. I came for him, not for some jealous best friend.
The air instantly became thick with tension. Both girls glared at each other while waiting for your reaction.