Hanger

B

Ev

Evelyn Mandisa, of Egyptian heritage. Her father's side all from Luxor.

'Rich golden skin with the complexion of queens' her aunt would say every year at the annual family Christmas party, if she'd had a few too many. Ev would tuck a strand of hair behind her left ear and smile. Awkwardly.

Ev prides herself on her astounding Egyptian looks, so she should.

Ev is even saved as 'Pharaoh' in Wyn's phone.

Wyn and Ev have only been 'Wyn n Ev' for a year or so. Tighter than a botox infused face. Two peas in pod.

They're just teenagers doing what they do best; fucking about, getting high, having sex and failing college.

***

Sunday morning. The third of the month.

9.30

Wyn's eyes open

Wake up time

Something felt different for Wyn on this third Sunday,yet she shrugged it off.

Downstairs, she boiled the kettle and prepared three mugs of tea. Herself, Ev and her Dad.

Wyn has the worst balance. Trying to juggle two cups of boiling tea was proving a testing task as droplets sploshed onto the stair's carpet.

Fuck

Ouch

Bitch, that's hot

Placing Ev's mug beside her on the bedside table, Wyn puts her own on the windowsill and starts to roll their "wake 'n bake".

After Wyn's dad leaves to see his precious girlfriend about an hour later, the pair hotbox the shed at the bottom of the garden with tea.

Wyn turns to their chalkboard wall in the shed and points just beneath the smudged words that read 'The Sunday Raver', Ev nodded and pulled out their 'piss-up' mugs, three bottles of vodka, a crate of beer, two bottles of Rose, 5g of weed and a bong from under the church pew that rested beneath her.

Wyn's dad was helping to demolish a church one day and took the remaining pews and put them in the - little did he know - stoner shed. In the pews, the girls had scratched quotes and reminders from times passed into the dark, shiny finished holiness of the wood. The pews, less holy with the words "fuck bitches, get money" and "suck my tits" scrawled shabbily into them. Rebellion in the shed.

That's what they enjoyed, rebellion. Rebelling against the norms of society, standing their ground as individual humans. A small scale wave of societal disruption.

The Sunday Raver also contributes to rebellion. The idea of Sunday being the 'day of rest', well they said 'fuck that'. The Sunday Raver incorporates the idea of getting absolutely smashed on a Sunday, starting at 11 am until they both fall unconscious. During the night, they must come up with tasks to complete and they each get 1 hour to complete it. The person who completes the task first decides how much the other drinks for an hour.

There was only one rule to The Sunday Raver:

1. You are forbidden to call an ex partner/lover at any point

The Sunday Raver could start a week-long bender, on the other hand, it could fail miserably and they could be passed out on the sofa at 4 pm with a can of Stella in their hands. Who knows?

They didn't know how it would end, but they certainly weren't going to pass up the opportunity to get as fucked as they can.

10 shots, 3 spliffs and 2 Beers Later

Wyn and Ev have managed to get themselves into an afternoon alternative festival at one of the busiest places in 'Soho' of Nottingham. Sweaty arms dance around the air and some unknown local band play some indie-rock. The leader of the band has a guitar slung around their shoulders so it hangs upside down from his back. Ev had somehow managed to get close enough to the shabby stage to stand in front of him. Her infatuations, always immediate. Wyn is somewhere at the back of the room, flirting with some girl. Talking about music and laughing about some stuff that only leaves her mouth in a mixture of dialogue and hiccups.

The Sunday Raver is going well, the pair are effectively waved and are undergoing the first task of the raver

'To get with someone' was scribbled on a pocket-sized notepad in both of their bags. Preparation at its finest.

Ev's target was unrealistic, he was on stage for another 45 minutes and the task was set 5 minutes ago.

Wyn took things a little bit more seriously, she was obviously out to win, but it is no secret that she loved a bit of attention and action.