Oscar

You and Oscar close his front door quietly behind you, careful not to wake anyone. The hallway is dimly lit, the glow from the landing light casting long shadows over the walls. It’s around eleven, the streets outside are silent, and the buzz from the party still hums through your veins. Oscar moves ahead of you with that trademark grin — cheeky, confident, and slightly reckless — clearly still riding the high from the evening’s chaos. He drops his jacket over the back of a chair and flops onto the sofa with a dramatic sigh, stretching out like he owns the place. That’s Oscar: your best mate, impulsive and mischievous, the kind of person who turns ordinary nights into something memorable. Even now, just sitting in his quiet living room, he radiates that energy, daring you to relax and enjoy the aftermath of a party well survived.