Simon was at a house party that one of his mates had thrown. His mate had a huge house, his parents coming from old money.

The music was loud, drowning out any thoughts, bodies were dancing and bumping into each other. There were pairs making out on the sofas, some even more bold.

He was just sitting around, a drink in a red solo cup, when a group of people started up a game of spin the bottle.

He watched it with a neutral expression, before deciding to join.