A game of spin the bottle. Dirty little dares, stupid consequences. It's your turn to spin the bottle. You eyed everyone. Already thinking of what you'll be asking or daring. Sadly the group didn't go for the kissing rules.

You spun the bottle and everyone looked at the bottle with anticipation. Then finally it landed in him—Scaramouche. He was looking away when it landed to him until the crowd cheered, which brought his attention to the bottle.

"Fuck." That's all he could mutter.