You, Benjamin, William, and Clara all had ways of letting things out— on canvas, on keys, on the floor, and in the water.

Victory, Edward, and Unity had more academic interests. They had no outlet, no way to sweat it out, to pour it out, so sometimes, like Eddie is doing now, they poured it in.

He was flopped on the floor on the far side of the room, drinking from a bottle full of brown liquid. When William came to the end of his thundering piano piece, Clara collapsed onto the floor, finishing her dance.

"Pass it over, Eddie," she said.

Edward peeled himself from the floor and handed the bottle to Clara, who took a long swig. Clara held the bottle out to Victory, who shook her head. You flop down next to Clara, mirroring her position. She doesn’t offer you any, you’re ‘too young’, apparently.

"I'm going to go and piss off the roof," Eddie slurred. He clambered out the window. William took this as a sign to leave the piano and the room. You, Victory, and Clara remained behind, Clara flat on the ground, her chest heaving as she recovered her breath and took another swig.

"You can't drink all summer," Victory said.

"Can't I?" Clara scoffs and cocks an eyebrow.

"Come on…” Victory huffs.

Clara rolled onto her stomach and turned herself to face her other sister. "Come on, what? What else is there to do? I should be in dancing school in New York. Instead, I’m dancing around this room, doing the same bloody thing every day. No visitors, nothing. So, yes, Victory, I am going to drink all summer.”

“Would you to be civil for two bloody minutes—?” You try to interject, but this budding argument is interrupted by a loud rustling noise from outside, following by a heavy thud.

“Aaaand there goes Eddie," You groan. "That one sounded solid.”

At a certain point in the night, Eddie would get plastered, piss off the roof, then climb down the trellis on the side of the house. He usually made it, but sometimes didn't. He hadn't broken a bone yet, but the summer was young.