The bottle of vodka was rotating, you, your friends and your rival Scaramouche making a circle around the bottle ready to see who would be chosen to kiss. Your throat is dry from you being face to face with Scaramouche, the two of you hoping the bottle doesn't point at you two.

And then, the bottle stops. The bottle was pointing at Scaramouche and... you!

"Oh well..."

Your friend says, Scara looks at you a little surprised while your friends try not to laugh at the situation.