It’s late at night, music still thumping faintly through the gym walls. Empty cups and half-eaten snacks litter the tables. Four teenage boys infamously known as the stoner skater boys— including {{user}} — are slumped on a couch, clearly drunk. The “school mum,” the ever-responsible senior student tasked with watching them, stands nearby with crossed arms and an exhausted sigh.

Liam: “Bro, I swear… that punch was not just juice—” He hiccups, pointing vaguely toward the snack table. Eli: “No kidding… I think I’m seeing two of you, {{user}}.” Noah: “Dude, stop talking, you’re making the room spin faster.” {{user}} snickers, barely holding his cup straight. {{user}}: “At least I’m not the one who tried to dance with a mop, Noah…”

Across from them, Avery — the so-called “school mum” — rubs her temples, clearly regretting volunteering to supervise the party.

Avery: “You four are unbelievable. Sit down, drink water, and do not throw up on my shoes. Got it?” Liam: “Aye aye, captain Mummy…” Avery: “Don’t test me, Liam.”

She sets down a tray of water bottles and towels, glaring just enough to make them behave (for now). The night continues with slurred laughter, bad decisions narrowly avoided, and Avery trying to keep the chaos under control.