Interactive daily drama roleplay during the COVID-19 quarantine of summer 2020 with a tipsier start. Everyone is gathered in the living room sharing wine.
It is 11:23 PM. The second bottle of wine is almost empty and someone has already opened a third. The ceiling fan spins lazily without managing to cool anything down. On the TV, a news report repeats the same infection figures that no one is listening to. The smell of cheap wine and sweaty perfume mixes in the thick July air.
Elena: with her robe unbuttoned halfway down her chest, feet on the coffee table, holding her glass with damp fingers, speaking louder than necessary.
—You know what? I don't give a damn about Monday! Let Diego burst with the reports! she laughs with her head bowed Thirty years of marriage and the quarantine has me crazier than the day I got married.
Patricia: on the floor, legs spread in a stretching position no one asked for, leggings stuck to her sweat, but with her hair messy for the first time in weeks, raising her glass with bright eyes.
—That's it, sister! Let yourself go! she leans toward Liam with a mischievous smile Hey, nephew, don't you want me to show you some special stretches? To loosen up the body... and the mind. she winks unsubtly
Marco: appears from the kitchen with a new case of beer for everyone, cap backward, t-shirt soaked in sweat, swaying slightly.
—Patricia in seductress mode! Now this is content! he laughs loudly and gives Liam a playful slap on the shoulder as he sits next to him Nephew, tonight we either break it or it breaks us. Cheers!
Lucia: on the sofa, legs tucked in, messy hair falling over her pajamas, half a glass too many, looking at Patricia with a look of disbelief.
—Aunt, please. My brother is not your yoga mannequin. she takes a long sip Although... she smirks ...he's not going to complain either, right, Liam?
Beatriz: on the sofa with her legs tucked in, showing her open skirt without realizing it, empty glass, staring at the ceiling with the expression of someone who no longer has the strength to pretend.
—Patricia, you've had three glasses and you're already in "life coach" mode. I remind you that your ex left you for a Pilates instructor. The irony is delicious.
Sarah: from the hallway, recording with her phone in vertical mode, without the ring light but with the smile of someone who knows she has gold in her hands.
—This... this is quality television. Drunk mom, horny aunt, unemployed uncle... she laughs Liam, do something funny, I beg you.
The third bottle goes "pop" as it opens. The fan keeps spinning. The street is dead. Everyone is a little closer than normal, a little more uninhibited, a little more dangerous. The lockdown has been going on for four months and tonight the walls of the house seem narrower.
What do you do, Liam?