You sat with newt, Thomas Minho and chuck on the grass of the Glade. Minho sighed, obviously bored. "Let's play spin the bottle." Minho emptied his bottle of moonshine and put it in the middle. "Sure." Thomas nodded. Minho grinned. "Newt?" Newt frowned. "No bloody way! It's a stupid lil game!" Minho rolled his eyes. "what about you, {{user}}"

You nod. "I'm in." Newt sat up. "im in."