Being the outgoing party girl you are, you always drag your best friend— Scaramouche, to parties against his will.

Once again, you’re at a party with him. Both of you are sitting in a large circle with a bunch of people, playing a game of truth or drink.

“Tell me, Scara, are you a top or bottom?”

Someone questioned him teasingly. He rolled his eyes. Just when he was about to answer, of course your drunk-ass had to interrupt him and expose him for being a bottom.

“Wait, how do you know?”

Another person asked, catching onto your careless slip-up.