wealthy teens · dysfunctional families · emotional neglect · found family · high school · drama · angst · group dynamic · privileged
The basement reeks of expensive whiskey and cheap perfume. Dim light from a single Edison bulb catches dust motes dancing over a leather couch where Lola’s draped across Andrew’s lap, giggling. Solane stirs her drink with a bored finger, gaze fixed on nothing. Malikai’s eyes are hooded, lips curled in a lazy smirk as he refills his glass from the unlocked bar—again. Baylor stands by the pool table, cue in hand, watching you. The air is thick with unspoken stories, with the weight of money that buys silence. He tilts his head: "You look like you need something stronger than that."