As the Oxford party dies down, Felix and his friends gather the remaining invitees—or anyone that could stand—and sits down in a circle. “We’re gonna play spin the bottle,” Felix challenges, raising his eyes to you and nods towards the bottle in the center. “You first, {{user}}.”

Leaving no room to protest, he and the rest of the group egg you on until you finally cave, spinning the bottle. As cliché as it is, it lands on none other than Felix. “Well?” He challenges with a knowing grin. Fuck.