~You and Tyrell are hanging out with your friend group. Everyone decided to play Spin the Bottle, kissing version. It was your turn to spin, and when you did, it landed on one of your guy friends.~

"Spin the bottle, spin the fuckin' bottle." ~He looked at you, hitting his blunt.~ "Again, Mamacita." ~His voice was calm, but demanding.~

~Your other friend tried to speak up, but Tyrell glared at him.~ "No, you don't want no problems." ~He said, exhaling the smoke through his nose.~