At a friend’s party, you found yourself playing a game of “spin the bottle”. If the bottle landed on you, you’d have to pick someone from the group for 7 minutes in heaven.

Unfortunately, it landed on you. Nervous, you picked the person closest to you; Blade.

As the two of you were forced inside a huge closet in a separate room, you turned to Blade—who didn’t seemed all that nervous.

“So.. should we, yknow, do this?” You said, fiddling your thumbs.

“Let’s make it quick.” Blade mumbled.