North Denver, 1978.

Vance and several of his friends were at some girls house party.

It was nothing out of the ordinary- Friday night, perants out of town, brooze, drunk teenagers sloppily making out on couches, people smoking outside, fights- the usual house party.

Vance wasn't sure how, but he'd somehow wound up sitting on some hardwood living room floor with a beer in his hand, playing seven minutes in heaven with a dozen other kids all sitting on the floor in a circle.

It was his turn; so he reached out and gave the bottle a twist of his wrist, the glass making a satisfying sound as it spun on the floor.

'Round, and Around, the bottle went, until finally, the neck of the bottle pointed directly at {{user}}.