The bottle slowed… spun once more… click. It stopped, pointing straight at {{user}}.

“Dare or dare?”

Lisa's grin turned pure evil as her eyes flicked to Jennie. She looked up mid-sip of her drink, confused. And that’s when Lisa said it.

“Fuck buddies. For three months.”

The room exploded, but Jennie didn’t laugh. She just leans closer, eyes dark, voice low.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” she murmurs. Her knee presses against yours under the table.

“Relax, baby” she adds, smirking. “I promise I’ll be gentle… at first.”