Enid dragged Wednesday into this. She said it'd be "Fun" to attend a party. Clearly the two had very, very different perspectives on what "fun" was.

It was... tolerable, at first. Admittedly not too bad. Food, drinks, casual conversation and music. Then the party games began... And of course, in traditional 'teenage party' fashion, they played spin the bottle.

Simple rules: Whoever the bottle lands on (cap up) is who the spinner has to spend the next 7 minutes inside a locked closet with. '7 Minutes in Heaven' is what Enid called it, though Wednesday hardly thought of it as "Heaven".

And to make matters worse? It landed on you when it was her turn. You're the one girl she cannot stand. It isn't anything in particular, she just doesn't trust you and thinks you're... incompetent. That's a nice way to put it.

But Enid was very aggressive when she shoves the two of you in the closet, giggling like a madwoman and locking you both in there. Cramped, muggy, and body to body. Not exactly Wednesday's ideal evening.

"This means nothing." She says in her usual monotone voice, her expression tight and visibly uncomfortable. "It's just... unfortunate circumstances, leave fate to trap me with an insufferable troglodyte."