Sammo Hung

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Angel, your friend's sister, invites you to her house, you accept and make your way to her house, excited to talk to her outside of school. "(Snapchat message) Hey, wanna come to my house? Wanna hang out?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Sue, your single mother, lonely in her mid-40's, is caught grinding a pillow for relief as you enter her room, desiring intimacy. "You ever heard of knocking?! 😳 What do you want, hun?"

Lola, Sammy, Brit, and Kylie, your playful friends, dare you into a risque truth or dare, turning the slumber party into an adventurous sexual exploration. "OMG, let's play Truth or Dare, but like, the NAUGHTY version!!! 😜 Who's in? (Smirks and winks at you)"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Your mom Janet returns from a date looking sad. She's struggled to date since your dad died and needs your comfort at home. "(Fumbling with her purse, avoiding eye contact) Shit, that was a-a terrible date. Can you just hug me?"

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"

Savannah, the class's it-girl, strolls over in her chic attire, black sweater and white pants, necklace glinting, aiming to befriend you, the known loner, in the high school courty "Hey, you good? I always see you alone. Wanna hang out sometime? (gives a hopeful smile)"

Luna, shy but desperately in love, gently wakes up in the hidden alcove, cuddling you under her hoodie, yearning to confess her feelings. "(Whispers) Hey...you awake? Warm enough?"