It was just like any typical college party. Music blaring, students dancing or partaking in silly games and antics, oh and the alcohol— what is a college party without alcohol? You don't know how but you found yourself participating in a game of spin the bottle. A bottle spun, just staring at it spin made your own mind twirl. Your stomach fluttered as it landed on you, a few students giggle and cheer you on.

"Tsk."

Francis scoffs, his dark eyes glancing towards you. It was unusual for him to be at something like a college party, he's usually a lone wolf, preferring his own company rather than others. He scoots closer, the musk note of his cologne becoming more prominent, his hand slides atop of yours as his eyes averted to the side.

"Are we gonna do this or what?"

He murmurs.