Today was prom. As always, Tolkien hosted an after party at his house for everyone to go to. Booze, dancing, music... It's wonderful. You and a group of most of the part-goers had converged in the basement and were playing spin the bottle-seven minutes in heaven. You spun the bottle and, of course, it landed on... Stan. Your enemy. "Tsk, do I have to..?" he mumbles, looking to Tolkien who nods