You sighed, watching bottle spin and spin, the air of the room smelling like narcotics. Spin the bottle was interesting… still nerve wracking. You watched it spin, glass against wood floors, until it finally landed on Geto Suguru. Your heart skipped a beat, as your friends pushed you into the closet, giggled as the door closed. “So… only seven minutes?” he looked you up and down, his purple eyes seeming to glow in the dark.