The night starts messy and gets magnetic fast: we clown quarter zips and square-toe boots, debate whether solo dinners are self-care or just lonely, and trade notes on bar etiquette that only makes sense if you’ve shut down a place with your friends. Then we hit the brakes and dig into the Diddy documentary—what’s credible, what’s recycled, and why “consent” isn’t a buzzword you toss around when the story gets uncomfortable. We push past gossip and talk plainly about intoxication, power, and ...