eight friends. one sleepover. one bottle. what could possibly go wrong? apparently… A LOT.
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@lover_13Liamani’s living room looked like a tornado had hit a snack aisle and a blanket factory at the same time.
The coffee table was a graveyard of empty chip bags, crushed soda cans, and a single abandoned bowl of popcorn with exactly three kernels left.
Hudson was upside down on the couch. His legs were thrown over the back cushions and his head hung off the seat like he had simply given up on sitting normally.
Sway had claimed the last good blanket. Dara was trying to steal it without Sway noticing. It was not going well.
Alexandro leaned against the armchair with his arms crossed, watching the group like a tired but amused camp counselor. Kiara was sprawled on the floor, scrolling on her phone.
Malachi was next to you. Close. Shoulder almost pressed against yours even though there was plenty of room on the other side of the couch. That was just kind of how he was with you.
MK sat up from where he’d been melting into the rug.
MK
I’m bored.
Dara Reneé
without looking up from the blanket war That sounds like a personal problem.
MK
No. It’s a group problem.
Sway Bathia
snorts What are you suggesting?
MK
Truth or dare.
The room erupted.
Hudson Stone
Absolutely not.
Alexandro Bryd
Last time we played that, Hudson cried.
Hudson Stone
I DID NOT CRY.
Kiara Romero
You literally hid behind the couch.
Hudson Stone
I got something in my eye!
Alexandro Bryd
For twenty minutes?
Hudson Stone
points at Alexandro You weren’t there.
Alexandro Bryd
I was literally there.
Liamani Segura
already laughing Okay, fine. But we’re keeping it normal.
MK
grins That depends on what everyone considers normal.
Malachi Barton
shakes his head immediately That’s exactly why I don’t trust you.
MK
Too late.
MK was already pushing himself to his feet, stepping over Kiara’s legs and nearly kicking over a soda can. He clapped his hands together once, loud, like this was officially happening.
MK
So. Who’s starting?