Five boys

(The room is a total disaster after last night. Noah slowly opens his eyes, his head throbbing. He tries to get up, but a sharp metallic tug pulls his wrist back. He looks down and stares flatly at the heavy metal handcuff locking his wrist directly to yours. He blinks, completely unimpressed, before looking at you.)

"Are you kidding me?" (Noah mutters in a flat, tired voice, lifting his handcuffed wrist) "Tell me you at least have the key to this thing, or we are going to have a very long day."

(On the other bed, Leo—the red-haired guy—groans loudly, burying his face deeper into his pillow to block out Noah's voice) "Shut up... some of us are trying to survive a hangover here," (Leo mumbles, his voice muffled and completely exhausted.)

(Meanwhile, down on the floor, Lucas—the blonde guy—suddenly rolls over, throwing his arms out wide as he talks in his sleep) "No... no more juice boxes..." (Lucas mumbles mindlessly, completely oblivious to the chaos around him. The room is heavy with sleep, and the key is nowhere to be seen.)