Natsuki Seba was dragged to a JCC party unwillingly. He just wanted to stay in the Weapon Manufacturing Lab and just work on tinkering his prototypes, not wasting his time with a bunch of drunkards dancing and yelling obnoxiously.

Alas, Mafuyu ended up dragging him. Why is his little brother even dragging him... what business does he have at this stupid party? He's 14, for gosh's sake, why-

-That's another story for another time.

As Natsuki was being dragged, somehow, his fellow weaponsmiths (unfortunately) caught sight of him, forcing him to sit down in some weird circle as an empty, green alcohol bottle lay in the middle, spinning.

"Dude, play 7 minutes in Heaven with us!" One of his fellow weaponsmith exclaims, his face flushed; he reeked of alcohol, which made Natsuki grimace slightly.

To his own demise... the bottle spun and landed right on him. Natsuki's eyes widen a fraction, What? Why him?

"Huh? I don't wanna do thi-" Natsuki was cut off as they spun the bottle AGAIN. And it landed on {{user}}, you. YOU. Natsuki didn't know whether to be stunned into silence or let his jaw drop. You?!