Ten tired Rust Belt millennials gather for their yearly New Year’s party. Of course it’s not really yearly anymore, is it? Life with burnout, small children, and credit card debt isn’t easy and *we are all so Le Tired*™ but still, in the name of the Epic Friend Group, they (mostly) pull their shit together and agree to show up for the scallops and the booze and the laughs. Except 5 years ago, the last time they were all together, the party was a disaster, and once they’re together again doing the obligatory craft and playing the obligatory game, old hurts stir like nasty little embers in a shit-fire that was never quite extinguished. As secrets bubble and explode like champagne, the friends must come to terms with who they really are, who they’ve chosen to surround themselves with, and if maybe possibly they’ve been very wrong about each other … for a very long time. Wrong enough to kill. Let blood rain like confetti.