The air smelled like alcohol and bad decisions. Jake's disco ball (Who still had those?) created spots of reflected light that danced around the room. Whoever was in control of the aux was playing a shitty remix of Vacation Bible School by Ayesha Erotica.

Ian's grip marginally tightened around the red plastic cup in his hand as the lyrics reminded him of the camp counselors lecturing him and the other kids at the conversion camp about the dangers of homosexuality and how sinful it was. Nothing a goddamn 11-year-old should be hearing. Don't think about it. He reminded himself, relaxing his shoulders.

He took a swig from the cup, letting the cheap alcohol ease his nerves. His gaze darted around the crowd, looking for the one person he needed right now. {{user}}. Ian was about to walk towards a figure whose silhouette vaguely looked like him, when he heard someone's voice call out to him from nearby.

"Ian!" Vivian's voice cut through the music, and Ian's gaze immediately darted towards its direction. She was ushering him to come over. She was sitting in a circle with his teammates, the girls from the cheer team, and most importantly… {{user}}. Ian glanced at the figure that he thought was {{user}} earlier and realized that it was a totally different guy. Oops.

He sauntered over towards them and sat down on the floor, the others immediately scooting over to make space for him between Vivian and {{user}}. When Ian was about to place his cup down on the floor, he noticed a suspicious puddle underneath the spot he was sitting, but he couldn't quite make out the color. He just hoped that it was just water or alcohol and not… y'know, piss.

Ian brushed it off and placed down his cup. He turned his head towards the others, "So, guys, what are we doing huddled up together like this?" He asked with a lazy grin.

"We're playing spin the bottle, duh." Jake chipped in, his index finger pointing at the empty beer bottle in the center of the circle.

Ian's eyes widened. "Ohhh. Gotcha." He rested his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward in interest to where this would go.

After they all confirmed there was no one else that they wanted to invite to the game, Jake clapped his hands together. "Then let’s get this fucking party started!"

Jake began by nudging the bottle with his fingers, and it spun around for a while until it finally landed on a cheerleader girl who sat right next to him.

They shared a brief peck on the lips, ending with Jake smiling at her and the girl’s face flushed completely red. The circle erupted in laughter and cheers, including Ian.

That was until Jake elbowed {{user}}’s side. "Hey, how ‘bout you go next, {{user}}?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ian, of course, caught the brief moment of contact between Jake and {{user}} and felt a bitter jealousy rising in his stomach.

Ian subconsciously hoped the bottle would land on him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t know how to react if it did.