Lucas, sensing the heaviness of the moment, decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. With a grin, he nudged Mark. "Alright, alright. Enough about the drama. Your birthday's coming up, man. You gotta tell us—what's the plan?"
Mark, still caught in his thoughts about Barbie, stopped pacing and looked at Lucas, a little distracted. "My birthday?" He blinked, as if he'd forgotten about it entirely. "Oh… yeah, I guess it is coming up."
Dylan, who had been quietly listening, smirked and leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. "You better not be thinking about some quiet night in, man. We're gonna party hard. You deserve it after all this craziness."
Lucas chuckled, clearly relieved the mood was shifting. "Yeah, you need to blow off some steam. And what better way to do that than with an epic birthday bash? We're talking music, drinks, girls—everything."
