Draft of something bigger I'm working on. I'm going to stick mainly to large works that I can chip at bit by bit for the next 18 months at least as I don't have time to get lost in the moment until I pass my FRACPs. I'll move it to scraps when I finish.
From left to right: Cen, Kai, Lyra, Strop, Sai, Strip. They are all drunk, except Strop. Not that most people here would know what the dynamics are, but this pic is set to alternate universe rules that actually allows them to be all on the same page together (otherwise Strop and Strip would be universe breaking).
First, it's Summer in Australia, so I automatically drew everybody assuming it was like +30C out. I don't know where the AU is actually set though.
To revise then, Cen and Strop are friends and flatmates. Cen is a student, Strop is a resident doctor. Kai is some random mysterious bum who keeps breaking in/crashing/ruining all their stuff, so of course he's going to be at the party. Strip is Strip, who looks like female Strop, but her relationship (if any) to Strop is unknown and undisclosed. Sai is Cen's ex, and she invited herself, via Strop, because there's no party she isn't at. Lyra is Cen's current sort-of-girlfriend. Who doesn't like Sai. The feeling is mutual. And they're civil people so they're civil to each other but when they're both drunk... and it's not possible to invite either Sai/Lyra and not the other, and it's not possible to invite neither, so they have to invite both. And since it is apparently weird to impose a "no alcohol" rule on a house party with a whole SIX people in it, the host has to provide alcohol, which would be Strop, since he's the one with the paycheck. And Kai is not a cheap drunk. He also sure likes to dig around in Strop's stuff and take random items from his personal stash, so he can engage in swordfights with drunken Cen, who hopes that the racket of objects versus garbage bin lid will drown out the bitching in the background. And Strip is just Strip, who, after a few beers, insisted that she'd be just fine baking cookies (since when did she bake?) while wearing nothing but an apron. When I get around to colouring this, you'll find she's about five seconds away from setting off the smoke alarm.
The evening will end with them all ending up in the hospital and Strop looking relieved, so