Ever the cynic, Roman spends the evening attempting to chat up one of the teenage guests.

KYLE: “What if they’re, like, emotionally mature minors?”

And then—silence.

Title card: PARTY DOWN

KYLE: “That’s my resting face , dude.”

TAYLOR: “Oh my God. You get me.”

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But Taylor isn’t done. She grabs the chocolate fountain’s control panel and cranks the heat to maximum. The fountain begins to erupt —thick, scalding chocolate spraying across the white carpet, the guests, the DJ’s equipment.