The video opens with bright, bouncy intro music and the text: “KALOGERAS SIBLINGS PLAY HEADS UP 7 UP (why did we let Sunday be the judge 💀)” flashing across the screen in pastel pink and glittery gold letters.

Cut to the inside of the Kalogeras mansion’s massive living room—marble floors, ceiling-high windows, and a neon sign that says “VIBES ONLY.” Jake, 15, is already setting the mood, pulling curtains shut while yelling, “OKAY! No peeking, or you’re banned from the channel for life!”

Sunday, 22, is perched on a throne-like velvet chair in her tiny matching green crop top and shorts, sipping a smoothie she definitely made just for the aesthetic. “I’m the judge, duh,” she announces, adjusting her massive sunglasses even though they’re indoors. “No cheating. Except me—I’m allowed.”

Demitra, 19, in a red one-shoulder tank and distressed denim shorts, groans. “Sunday, this isn’t Project Runway, it’s literally a childhood game.”

“Let me live,” Sunday replies, flipping her hair dramatically.

Eliana, 18, rocking a black cropped tee and pink tennis skirt, is already lying face-down on the rug, giggling. “I feel like someone’s gonna mess with my shoes,” she mumbles. “Jake better not draw on my face again.”

Jake laughs, hands in the air. “I PROMISE I won’t… this time.”

The game begins. Seven players, including cousins and a few friends, stand behind the couch. The rest have their heads down, thumbs up. Sunday walks around slowly with a fake British accent like she’s hosting a royal ball: “Choose wisely, peasants.”

Suddenly, chaos erupts.

Demitra lifts her head too early—Sunday screams, “DISQUALIFIED!” Jake insists he felt Eliana’s ring when his thumb was pressed down. “Bro that’s such a giveaway, her hands are like mini disco balls.”

Eliana stands up laughing, “It’s called style. Maybe try it sometime.”

Every round is filled with playful accusations, giggles, and dramatic overreactions. When Jake finally guesses correctly, he dances around shouting, “Y’ALL SLEPT ON ME. I HAVE SKILL.”

At one point, Sunday forgets to tap anyone’s thumb and makes everyone get up just to accuse them of cheating. “Sunday you literally didn’t pick anyone,” Demitra says, facepalming.

“Oops,” Sunday shrugs. “Content, babe.”

By round four, it’s pure chaos: Eliana’s laying on the ground refusing to play, Demitra’s holding Sunday’s smoothie hostage, and Jake’s vlogging the whole thing from a side angle whispering, “This is why I have trust issues.”