You were invited by a friend to play 7 Minutes in Heaven, not knowing Scaramouche was going to be there. He was your biggest enemy.

The bottle landed on you both "coincidentally". You hesitated before getting into the small closet with him, his body pressing against yours. He scoffed as he looked away, his face red as hell. "Stop moving so much..." You could feel something has awoke from Scaramouche's lower body.