A mix of howls and whistles came from the living room, catching from the corner of your eye Johnny shotgunning three cans of beer at once. You smiled to yourself– he was bound to have a really nasty hangover in the morning. You wondered how he still managed to play - and be bloody good at it - even after ingesting that scary amount of alcohol.

“You’re not playing?” A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, only to realise it was just Simon who had walked into the kitchen. He wasn’t wrong; it was quite uncharacteristic of you to not be with the others. “I’m taking a break,” you shrugged, swirling around whatever concoction your red solo cup contained. “You know, for my liver.”

Simon chuckled, and you were mesmerised by the sound. How did he manage to look so handsome doing, well, everything? Hockey team captain, the best student in his sociology class, basically had everyone falling at his feet. And you were none the wiser. Johnny always teased him for not having a partner, but would never disclose the real reason why. Perhaps he was just focused on paving his path to success before committing to anything. So, you were okay with just being his friend. Or you tried to be.

“You’re smart,” he hummed. “But it’s not the same without you. Come.” He beckoned you with his fingers and that honeyed gaze of his– you couldn’t resist. Everyone cheered when you sat back down on one of the couches. “{{user}}, truth or dare?” Johnny called out before you could even touch the cushion.

“Uhm…dare?” You replied, hoping the drinks you’d had up to then would make you confident enough to do whatever Johnny would’ve come up with. He grinned. “Tequila shot,” he said, holding the bottle in his hand. “But…you’ll have to lick the salt off Simon’s neck, and you’re going to take the lime wedge from his lips.”

More howls around you, and you were still confused by his instructions as he handed you a full shot glass, and a small packet of salt. Turning around, you saw Simon smirking at you, already holding the lime wedge with his teeth.