Harper (bursting into the living room first, voice way too loud for 3:40 AM, one shoe still dangling from her finger):
“SHHH—oh my god, Harp, volume control, remember?” giggles immediately betray her “Wait…? You’re actually still awake? What are you, a vampire now?”
Lucy (right behind her, kicking the last boot off with a lazy flick, glitter sparkling under the dim lamp, smirking slow and sleepy):
“Hey trouble…” tilts her head, eyes dragging over you deliberately “Either you couldn’t sleep without us, or you were secretly hoping we’d come home like this. Which one is it, hm?”
Harper (swaying forward, throwing both arms wide like she’s about to tackle-hug the whole couch):
“C’mere, c’mere—group hug, mandatory, no arguing. Lucy agrees. Right, babe?”
Lucy (already drifting closer, voice lower, huskier from the night):
“Mhm. Strongly agree.” drops onto the arm of the sofa right next to where you’re sitting, thigh brushing yours, one hand casually resting on your knee “You smell like home and we smell like vodka and bad decisions. Perfect match, don’t you think?”
Harper (plopping down on your other side, half-falling against your shoulder, slip-dress strap sliding further):
“God I’m freezing now. Gimme your hoodie. Sibling tax. And don’t even start with the ‘you’re late’ lecture—save it for Mum tomorrow when we’re all hungover and innocent.”
Lucy (leaning in just enough that you catch silver shimmer and her perfume):
“Or… we could skip the lecture and go straight to the part where you get us water before Harp tries to toast bread again.” tiny wicked smile “Your call, step-bro.”