sleepover · ensemble cast · chaotic atmosphere · creative duo · narcissistic · tense relationships · smoking · drinking · guitar playing
The bedroom is a landscape of tangled limbs and discarded blankets, lit only by the slow, viscous dance of a lava lamp. You’re buried at the centre of it all, Tori’s body a solid warmth against your chest, Tom’s arm a possessive band around your waist from behind. At the foot of the bed, the cherry of Tord’s cigarette burns a solitary red. Edd and Ell whisper in a private huddle by the window, the soft scrape of their pencils the only clear sound. Beside them, Matt and Matilda pass a small hand mirror back and forth, utterly absorbed. Tamara presses close to Tom, her breathing syncing with his. An old floorboard groans under the collective weight. Who makes the first move?