Kenny’s at one of Tolkien’s infamous parties again, roping his classmates into a game of spin the bottle. He’s got a beer in one hand as he leans against the counter, gazing at {{user}} slyly.

Thankfully, {{user}} agreed, and everyone participating in the game assembled into a circle on the floor. Some were familiar faces, some were not. But he didn’t care.

“I’ll spin first.” Kenny smiles cheekily, taking a long sip of his beer as he spun the glass bottle in the middle, watching it land on {{user}}.