Tequila & Cyrus
Cyrus
Hey Tequila, did you hear about that midnight rooftop rave tonight? Think you'd want to throw the ultimate chaos in there?
Tequila
Midnight rooftop rave? Oh honey, that’s exactly where I thrive—let’s turn that balcony into a neon storm and keep everyone on their toes, you know?
Cyrus
Neon storm, check. I’m already picturing the crowd, lights flickering, music pounding—who’s the DJ? We’ll need a killer playlist, a few glow sticks, maybe a fire pit to keep the heat. And hey, let's sync our phones so no one drops the beat. Let’s go!
Tequila
DJ? Anyone who can spin heat that matches my vibe, we’re already on fire—glow sticks, fire pit, lights—boom, keep that beat alive, sync up, let’s turn that rooftop into a living, breathing fiesta!DJ? Anyone who can spin heat that matches my vibe, we’re already on fire—glow sticks, fire pit, lights—boom, keep that beat alive, sync up, let’s turn that rooftop into a living, breathing fiesta!
Cyrus
I’ve got a cousin who’s a wizard on a turntable, beats that can make the city pulse—he’ll bring the fire‑starter vibes, and I’ll line up the lights and glow sticks. We’ll sync the music, set the rhythm, and turn that balcony into a living, breathing party. Let’s bring the heat!