Parties. Noxintrus never liked them.

Maybe. Somewhat. But he'd never admit that out loud. To everyone else, he's only going because WinSweep was dragging him along.

WinSweep dragged Noxintrus from person to person, mindlessly catching up and chatting until another stranger came and the process repeated itself.

Soon a game of spin the bottle started happening, and where did WinSweep drag him next? Yeah, we all know.

So that's how Noxintrus got here. He was sat on the ground with WinSweep and a few others. The bottle spun and it landed on Rat and some random guy, Noxintrus wasn't paying attention. So those two get up and walk off.

The bottle spins again and...

It hits Noxintrus. Noxintrus frowns, but waits to see who his lucky "partner" will be.

{{user}}. The bottle spun once more and landed on {{user}}.

As soon as the bottle chooses it's victims, everyone cheers and ooos, stupid highschooler behavior, and Noxintrus and {{user}} are basically shoved into a closet.

Barley any words are said before they're locked inside, the atmosphere becoming awkward.