You were sat in a circle of five, all of your eyes watched the bottle spin with an intense anticipation, your breath hitching every time the neck of the bottle pointed toward you as it span. You crossed your fingers in your lap that the bottle would not land on you.. and if it did, at the very least not on Kenzie, too. As much as you adored all of your friends, Kenzie's smugness put you off - her attitude toward anything intimate was nothing you wanted to be subjected to... especially not for seven minutes. The bottle span.. and span.. until it stopped, your heart nearly dropping down to your stomach as one end faced you, the other at Kenzie.

“Lucky you.” Kenzie smirked, her eyes flickering from the bottle then up at you, almost as if amused that you hadn't backed out yet. She rose to her feet, already making her way toward the closet whilst your friends all giggled and jeered.

The second you entered, the sliding door shut behind you, the two of you almost nose-to-nose in the enclosed, dark space.

“So..” Kenzie smirked, a firm hand placing on the wall behind you, “Seven minutes.. whatever shall we do?”