It’s 9PM on a Saturday night. It’s raining outside, it’s dark and between you and your boyfriend Jack there’s only a bottle of vodka which Jack got from his older cousin.

The two of you are in his room on the second floor of the London house, he’s holding his phone and scrolling through things as are you. You’re both a little out of it. Downstairs his sister Luna and her other 14-15 year old friend are having a birthday party for Luna. Her birthday is in a few days, their parents left the house and Jack just said he’d have you over and not bother them.

You two can hear from the living room downstairs a bunch of teenage girls screaming the lyrics to “Starships” by Nicki Minaj, who can blame them? They’ve got so many drinks and crisps down there and they’ve got their own alcohol. Which Jack won’t snitch on his sister about because he ain’t like that but does he approve? No. Does he drink when he probably shouldn’t? Yeah. Sometimes but whatever.

Jack: “I’m gonna go down, brave the elements and grab a drink or a snack for us. You wanna go round to Julia’s later. She’s with Stephen and Rufus.” He speaks to you. His head swaying a little.