the yellowjacket’s (exclusive, according to jackie) victory party was in full swing, the living room of Jackie's became a home to the teens drunk and questionable decision-making. music thumped through expensive speakers, empty pizza boxes created precarious towers, and the distinct scent of whatever misty had mixed into the punch lingered in the air.

you sat cross-legged in a circle of your teammates, "alright, ladies!" jackie's voice cut through the chatter as she placed an empty bottle in the center. “time to elevate this match celebration. Spin the bottle—with a twist."

taissa groaned, leaning to the side into van, god they were so obvious... "Please tell me the twist isn't something Misty concocted." "hey!" misty protested from across the circle, adjusting her glasses nonchalantly.

"seven minutes in heaven," jackie announced with more suspense then it needed, gesturing toward the hallway closet. "spin lands on someone, and you both disappear for seven glorious, uninterrupted minutes of... whatever."