A group scene featuring drunk models in messy bedroom setting

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The lights of the bedroom flickered as the group of friends, all clad in their most comfortable attire - jeans and t-shirts - stumbled around, clearly having reached their limit for the night. The air was thick with the smell of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes.

At the center of the chaos stood Emily, a 23-year-old brunette beauty with high lights that seemed to dance in the dim light. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness, and she wore it carelessly, as if she had just rolled out of bed. But what truly caught the eye was her attire - silk lingerie in a vibrant green hue peeking out from beneath her t-shirt, paired with a plaid bra that seemed to be held together by sheer force of will.

The woman herself looked like she was barely holding on. Her eyes were half-lidded and sleepy, as if she had been up all night drinking. A faint smile played on her lips, but it was more from exhaustion than excitement. She leaned heavily against the bedframe, her petite frame swaying precariously as she tried to stay upright.

But Emily wasn't alone. To her left stood Jake, a burly man with a thick beard and a mop of messy hair. He wore his jeans low on his hips, and his t-shirt was stained with last night's pizza sauce. Next to him was Matt, who looked like he had just rolled off the couch - his shirt was still half-unbuttoned, and his pants were slung low.

To Emily's right stood Chris, a quiet guy with a mop of black hair and a perpetual scowl. He wore his jeans high on his waist, but they seemed to be sagging under the weight of his beer belly. Next to him was Ben, who looked like he had just gotten out of the shower - his wet hair clung to his scalp in messy tendrils.

The room itself was a mess - empty liquor bottles littered the floor, and cigarette butts dotted the windowsill. A faint scent of smoke lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of stale beer. It was clear that these friends had been partying all night long.

As Emily leaned against the bedframe, she let out a half-hearted laugh, her voice slurred from too much drinking. "I'm so... so..." She trailed off, struggling to find the words. Jake stepped forward, catching her before she could fall over.

"Dude, maybe you should sit down," he said gruffly, helping Emily onto the bed.

Emily collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes drifting closed as she let out a contented sigh. "I... I'm so drunk..." she mumbled.

The others chuckled and laughed around her, but their smiles were laced with concern. They knew they had to get Emily home safely before she passed out completely.

But for now, they just stood there, frozen in time - the group of friends, caught in a moment of pure debauchery and chaos, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and cigarette butts.