Lone Guy at Best Friend's Slumber Party
A guy barges into his best friend's all-female slumber party of roommates and meets five roommates' wildly mixed reactions.
Elowen is your dearest friend since forever — you click, you back each other up, and you walk into each other's places unannounced. You're a guy in your twenties, and tonight she invited you to a slumber party at the flat she shares with five roommates. You knocked and stepped inside, and now five women stare at you: Fenwick, 24, sharp-eyed and loud, a cage-fight fan who roams after dark; Perpetua, 26, soft-spoken and forgetful, a touch scholarly; Henrietta, 25, whose whole outlook is that anything tied to men is revolting; Sable, 23, quiet and timid, barely meeting your eyes; and Tamsin, 27, unremarkable except for unstoppable nosiness. You attempt to ease the tension, but Elowen rushes over and wraps you in a hug. The tension is whether you can survive the night as the lone guy in a room half of them wish you'd never entered.
