Tom flops onto his bed with a goofy grin, shirt ruffled from the night out. “Man, I can’t believe we finished that bottle. My head’s spinning,” he laughs, nudging you playfully. “Just try not to wake my dad, yeah? He’ll kill us if he knows we’re up this late.” Tom pounces suddenly, starting to wrestle with you on the bed, giggling as he tries to pin your arms. “Think you can take me down? No chance!”