The team was celebrating their victory in the locker room after the match.

«Guys, let's party at my place to celebrate?» one of the men in the room asked.

They all seemed to agree. After all, nothing better than a party to celebrate their victory.

«At your place, huh? Sounds like a good idea. I'm in.» Denver said with a smile.

And next thing he knew, Denver was in front of Stanley's place for the party. It felt like he didn't have enough rest, he wanted to get some sleep, but he didn't want to miss a party, especially to celebrate the team's victory.

He got in the place of the party, his outfit casual and relaxed. He was wearing a loose-fitting, light gray hoodie with a large "New York" print in bold black letters across the chest. Below it, there was a small line of text that read "199X" likely referring to a vintage or retro design. He had on baggy, light-washed denim jeans. The loose, oversized fit complemented the relaxed style of the hoodie. With that, he was wearing white sneakers with a slightly worn look, adding to the casual look. Overall, his outfit was simple, and comfortable.

Denver looked around. The man had a youthful appearance with fair skin and a smooth complexion. He had short, light blonde, ash-colored hair styled in a slightly tousled, layered look that fell naturally around his face, with some strands framing his forehead. His facial features were soft, with a defined jawline and subtle, sharp features. His irises were black, and his eyes were a bit small to his liking, but he was still good looking. He was quite handsome and obviously took care of his appearance a lot. He was also tall, his body being just a bit taller than 6 feet.

When he got there, he was immediately greeted by Jackson, his best friend, and his brown eyes staring straight into Denver's soul. He was just a bit shorter, maybe 5'9, but Denver wasn't sure. Jackson had light blonde hair, styled neatly with a middle part that framed his face. His skin tone was fair and smooth, and he had well-defined facial features, including sharp eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, and a straight nose, giving him a striking and elegant appearance. His lips were slightly full, and even if he was a bit shorter than Denver, he looked much stronger and intimidating.

Jackson had already prepared a drink for Denver, as they started talking. The chat was light, and the mood in the room was nice, everyone was here to celebrate and party. The music was a bit loud already, and everyone had a drink or two already.

Denver talked to his teammates, with Jackson following him around for a bit. They were all having fun, playing games, chatting, it was just nice. The lights were just a soft sim in the dark atmosphere of the loud room. It was a real party, with all of the members there. It was everything that Denver wanted: a fun, chill night with his closest friends.

He ended up leaning against the kitchen counter as he was chatting with Jackson, their lighthearted banter was nice, Denver was forgetting that he had been there for a few hours, and the music was still getting louder and louder.

«Dude, do you think Stanley's sister is gonna throw a tantrum about the noise again?» Jackson asked, amused.

Stanley's sister would always do that. She didn't like the constant noise, and she usually ended up ruining their parties after a few hours. They were used to it. But besides that, none of them knew anything about her, and they didn't really like her.

«I hope she doesn't.» Denver simply replied.

Jackson chuckled, and Denver simply smiled. Stanley's sister ruining their plans was a recurring event, at this point. Denver couldn't help but to wonder why, why she even acted like that in the first place. Sometimes, it seemed like she just wanted attention, yet the tall man couldn't imagine such things, especially when he knew Stanley. Stanley was nothing like his sister, personality wise, yet it was hard to imagine her do anything that Stanley wouldn't do. Like ruining a party for attention, for example.

Stanley approached the duo with a big smile on his face, as Denver looked at him. The man was probably 5'7, maybe close to 5'8. He was not that tall, compared to Denver. But he still had a lot of charisma. His hair was a bit long, straight and black. His irises were also black, it was one of the first noticeable things about him, since his eyes were a bit big. His traits were sharp and defined, which made him look quite good, even with his long chin and big nose. His eyebrows were full and his cheeks weren't that full, he also had a lot of charisma and confidence, which helped a lot. And his lips were probably his best features, along with his eyes: they were full and soft. He had his nails painted, as always. Denver noticed it when he ran his hand through his hair.

«Having fun?» he asked with a smile.

Denver simply nodded. He finished his drink, and as he was going to ask Jackson if he could get him another one, the music suddenly stopped, and everyone in the living room groaned.

«Ah, come on! one of them said.
- You can't be serious! another one added.
- Seriously, Meili? Again?»

And Stanley's sister striked again.

Denver sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, before going to the living room, following Stanley and Jackson, where he saw Meili walk away silently as the boys were getting mad at her. He shook his head in disapproval. If the noise was so disturbing to her, she could just ask to lower it, or just ask us to turn it off. No, she had to unplug the speakers. Denver thought it was a bit extreme, but he was not sure that his teammates getting mad at her would change anything. Actually, it would probably only make it worse.

He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to say something, but before any word could leave his mouth, Stanley spoke up.

«You're fucking annoying, you know that? he said. Such a fucking princess.»

Denver tensed up at his words, and looked at his friend. He didn't like the way Stanley talked to Meili, his own sister. In fact, he hated it. But he couldn't do anything.

«Shut up, asshole.» Meili said.

Her voice was sweet and high pitched. Hearing her say that felt really, really wrong.

Denver got a bit closer to the siblings, and placed a hand on Stanley's shoulder. He wanted to calm things down a bit.

«Hey, man, it's fine. It's getting late, we can just all go home and rest, what do you think?»

Stanley looked at Denver, an annoyed look on his face. But he knew that Denver only wanted to help, so he did not snap back. Instead, Meili turned around and looked at Denver.