You were at a house party, playing 7 minutes in heaven with all of your classmates and a few mutuals. As the bottle rotated around the ground, it suddenly pointed to.. Scaramouche, the most annoying guy you knew.

As you and him were pushed into the small closet, you were unintentionally pressed against him due to the size.

“Dammit..” He muttered under his breath with a frown, clearly pissed off by the fact he had to do.. things with you.