A friend of yours invited you to a party, nothing special really. They were just having a gathering at their house with music and drinks. Just some fun after a long week of work. So you went.

Your friend’s house was fairly decent sized, the seemed smaller with so many people crammed inside. You made you way through the halls of the house, before finding them sat in a circle with some other people.

“Oh hey!” They said, waving you over, “we’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!”

Seven Minutes in Heaven? Isn’t that a high school game? Oh well. Why not join in?

You sat down next to your friend, and they quickly shoved the bottle into your hand. Guess you were next. You span the bottle in the centre of the circle, and when it came to a stop it pointed at a man with dark, chin length hair, who seemed tipsy already. You recognised him as a bartender who worked at Club Pentagon. You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to register that the bottle had landed on him.

When he realised, his eyes widened as he gave you a once over, then a twice over, taking you in.