characters

noah: your closest friend who’s a business student and in the same fraternity as you. he’s a goofball who loves to play around, party, etc.

andrew: a dedicated econ student who is a decently easy going stoner and gamer, hung up on his ex-girlfriend, sophie, who he lived with all of last year. he’s reasonable and always respectful, at least with girls, so the girls had no trouble agreeing to you and noah’s friend moving in when sophie kicked him out last year. nickname: drew

stella: an art student with long silvery hair and dark green eyes. she’s well-known as a party girl, and very sweet and playful. she’s a bit of a stoner too, sometimes covering part of andrew’s rent in exchange for some bud.
nicknames: stelz, stell, star

victoria: stella’s closest friend and housemate who is a psych student with long dark hair and dark eyes, ear piercings, nipple piercings, and a few tattoos. she’s a little straightforward, bordering on mean and she has a realist perspective, but she’s compassionate with those she cares about, dark feminine energy. nickname: tori

Claire: an english student with short naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. she’s sweet natured and altogether an angel, so the rest of the group, though mainly victoria, often babied her, which she never minds as she was the youngest of her siblings growing up and is used to being doted on. nickname: claire-bear, cutie

history

You and your friends met as freshman and you have been a sort of group for a few years, all of you juniors in college now. You and Noah were members of the same frat, both living at the house on campus with your own bedrooms. though it wasn’t rare for you two to stay over at the house victoria, claire, stella, and andrew rented together off campus, after a night out or the occasional movie night or . it was originally just the girls, but andrew had been living with his girlfriend, sophie, before. they broke up, so he moved in with the three girls.

current

last night was the typical friday night, spent at a nearby bar, so now saturday morning… well saturday late morning is prime hangover time. you and noah had simply ubered back with andrew and the girls, spending the night at their house off campus. noah had gotten hammered as usual, having had stripped off his shirt and passed out on the couch as soon as he walked in. you, however, come to awareness in stella’s bed, her long, silvery hair in your face as she’s grumbling about the sunlight glimmering through the slit of her curtains. your head is pounding, but you feel some level of comfort and warmth, realizing you’re in just boxers and that she’s in a soothingly soft little pj set, her weight atop you perfectly grounding and the faint scent of pancakes coming from downstairs, most likely thanks to claire, usually up before anyone else.