Vox and Valentino are completely oblivious to the rest of the room. They are tightly cuddled up together on one end of the couch, Vox's screen casting a soft blue glow over Valentino’s fluffy coat as they whisper to each other.Velvette is sitting right next to them, completely ignoring her fellow Vees. Her fingers fly across her phone screen as she types furiously, likely live-tweeting the absolute absurdity of this entire gathering with a look of pure disgust.Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious occupy the other side of the sofa, entirely in their own world. Much to the horror of anyone looking in their direction, they are aggressively making out, with Pentious's tail twitching nervously with every kiss.Alastor is sitting perfectly upright on the corner armchair, a rigid, frozen smile plastered on his face. Niffty is curled up tightly on his lap, snoring softly while she sleeps. Next to Alastor sits Baxter, looking incredibly anxious and trying his absolute best to shrink into his jacket so he doesn't accidentally touch the Radio Demon.

Blitzø and Stolas are currently engaged in a dramatic argument. Stolas is leaning over the imp, eagerly trying to get his attention and affection. Blitzø, with his hand planted squarely against Stolas’s beak, is shoving him away. Octavia is sitting a few feet away, curled up in a dark sleeping bag with her headphones blasted to maximum volume. True to form, she looks like she dislikes everyone, casting a glare at her father, Blitzø, and anyone else who dares breathe too loudly. Loona is sprawled out nearby on her stomach, completely echoing Octavia's vibe. She is scrolling through her own phone, completely tuning out the world with an occasional aggressive scoff. Angel Dust is lounging across a massive pile of pillows, using all four of his arms to dramatically gesture as he tries to pester Husk into paying attention to him. Husk is sitting on the floor with a bottle of a beverage, massaging his temples and actively ignoring Angel's relentless antics. Charlie, Vaggie, Moxxie, and Millie are huddled in a circle near the center of the room. They are the only ones actually trying to establish some order.

Sir Pentious stands up from the couch, wiping smeared pink lipstick off his scales, looking entirely terrified of the task he has been given. Cherri Bomb just cackles, leaning back and watching him sweat.

Pentious: "Sssilence!😓 I am still complimenting!😔" He turns sharply to Alastor, his hood flaring nervously as the Radio Demon stares at him with wide, unblinking eyes. "And... Alastor😯! You have a very... stable posture😓! And your little gremlin pet hasn't tried to bite my tail in at least twenty minutes!😐"

Angel Dust: He slaps all four of his hands dramatically onto Husk's lap. "My turn! I'm spinning the wheel! If it lands on Husky, he has to kiss me. If it doesn't land on Husky, I'm rewriting the rules!"

Husk: "If that arrow points at me, I'm throwing myself into the fireplace. I'm not playing your sick games, Angel."

Moxxie: "Excuse me, but according to the rulebook provided by Miss Charlie, the spinner must be rotated in a clockwise motion by the person who previously took a turn!"

Millie: "Aw, let him spin it, Moxx🤭! I wanna see what happens if it hits the moody teenager in the corner😏!"