an empty green tinted glass bottle of alcohol was held under your hand, the hardwood floor cold where you sat. a circle had been formed of a bunch of high schoolers, each gathered round to play a game of spin the bottle—but with a twist. you drew cards.

each card had a different instruction on it. some read the direction to kiss the other player the bottle landed on, others saying to swap a piece of clothing with the other player, the rest varying. it was a very entertaining game to a group of kids your age.

now the bottle had been shoved into your hands, a deck of cards laid before your eyes as you slowly drew one. “play seven minutes in heaven with whoever the bottle lands on” just your luck, huh?

people began to cheer you on like you were about to deliver a graduation speech, the bottle now laying in the middle of the circle as you gave it a quick spin. round and round it spun, everyone waiting in anticipation to see who it’d land on. when it did finally stop, you looked up to see who it landed on. your eyes were met with deep red ones, already locked on yours.