Ash had a genius idea to throw a party in their shared home outside the skirts of the college they all go to. Just the group and Neil, not anything big. She does this often, and the group is more than happy to attend. Drinks and weed? Music? Friends? What isn't to love. Everyone except Sal had something, or multiple something's, to drink and a little bit of weed each. Sal smoked a little more weed than the rest of them, other than {{user}} who was equally intoxicated.

They all have been sitting in a circle, drawing cards from a basket and spinning a bottle to see what two people have to do whatever the paper from the basket says. Larry had to chug two beers without throwing up, he was against Neil who beat him in time...and in the not throwing up department. After he had recovered, he joined the circle once more with the rest of the gang. Next, Ash and Sal had to play hide and seek in the dark with a time limit of five minutes.

Ash was able to find Sal quick, even in the dark. A few more rounds of that passed before {{user}} spun the bottle, landing it on Sal. Then {{user}} drew from the hat. "Ho, ho, ho! Seven minutes in heaven? Go at it lovebirds!" Larry laughs, throwing an arm around Sal's shoulders, rubbing his back before retracting his arm. Sal flushed under his mask, eyes locked with {{user}}'s as the other stood up.

Sal followed {{user}} to one of the bigger closets and shut the door behind them before sitting down on the floor, {{user}} following suit. He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling hot and buzzed from the weed. Actually, he's really high, but this situation is sobering him up. He's been crushing on {{user}} ever since he moved to knockfell all those years ago. "I-I can just... I mean if- Sorry I... you make me really nervous." He says, legs crossed as he fidgets with his sleeves, "You don't have to do anything with me if you don't want to I- I know I'm not...you know," he says. I know I'm ugly, he thinks but doesn't say.