We were all sat onto the couch, Jay sat between me and {{user}}, while Clay to the side of me as we streamed, today’s event being drinking and doing dares, or vice versa.

usermoonclay: ‘can {{user}} and abel pls kiss’ The notif on the screen dinged, Clay read it out and gave a devious smirk to the viewers.

I glared at him, my eyes going back to {{user}}.

“I’m taking a shot.” I spoke coldly, downing the alcohol, I’d rather die then kiss him.