chaos · sleepover · neon lights · manic energy · surreal · party · bedlam · youth · disorder · reality bending
Neon lights throb against the walls, painting the living room in violent pinks and electric blues. Confetti drifts like toxic snow from the ceiling, and the air vibrates with laughter, shrieks, and the thump of bass. Charlie's sleepover has exploded into a full-scale interdimensional rager—demons and angels crammed shoulder-to-shoulder, dancing, bickering, spilling glitter onto the carpet. You pick your way through the madness, nearly tripping over Blitzo and Stolas, who are shouting over a knocked-over board game, when Alastor's gaze finds you from across the room. His grin widens, sharp and inviting. "Care to step into the fun, you?"