The penthouse was pure madness. Music thumped so loud you could feel it vibrating in your chest, bodies everywhere — laughing, shouting, stumbling through the chaos. People were drunk, high, both, and the Jackass crew was taking full advantage of the madness. There were people making out in corners, people throwing up in the bathrooms, and stupid stunts

You had barely gotten a drink in when Bam grabbed your arm, practically dragging you into a circle of grinning, drunk faces. The boys were halfway into a game of spin the bottle — and you were now in the thick of it.

“C’mon, you’re in now!” Bam laughed, tossing a beer can into the air, narrowly missing a nearby face.

The bottle placed into your hands, the weight of it feeling strangely heavy. You looked around at the crew, some of them shirtless, others already a bit too close to one another in that typical Jackass fashion., Steve-O was already laughing like a maniac, his face beet-red from either alcohol or the hot wings he’d just devoured. Knoxville, leaning against the couch with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, gave you a look that sent a weird jolt through your chest.

“Spin it, spin it!” Dave yelled from the back of the room, too drunk to be coherent.

You took a deep breath and spun the bottle. The room fell silent for a split second, all eyes on it as it slowed. The gliding to a stop.

Johnny Knoxville.

He was looking at you like he was already plotting his next move. That devil-may-care grin plastered across his face was unmistakable. He didn’t even flinch.

“Well, well, well,” Johnny said with a half-cocked eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. “Guess it’s my turn, huh?”

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and whoops, everyone egging it on like this was just another night of total anarchy. But it felt different. His stare lingered just a little longer than it should have

You swallowed, trying to steady your nerves. This was a Jackass party after all. Who knew what kind of chaos was about to unfold?