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Summary: Jack had planned on staying in but was coaxed out to yet another house party. Despite the booze and music, he starts to get bored, until he comes across a game of Spin The Bottle.
However, what’s with these rules? People are pairing up and disappearing to private places whenever the bottle stops spinning. These aren’t like the rules he’s heard about! Where will his spin land? What happens after? Can the bottle point at more than one girl?
His night is about to get a whole lot more interesting, maybe more than just his night.
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Jack hadn’t really planned on going out that night. Most times, house parties ranged from being boring to being a pain in the ass, especially since he was getting closer to his thirties and people were starting to look at him as the “weird old guy” at the parties. However, when he got an invite from Dana and Sara online to come out to their latest vaguely-themed party… Well, he had a hard time telling either of them no, let alone both of them.
He looked into hall mirror covered in glitter, gunk, and what looked like dried beer. His hairline had just started to recede, no grey had managed to crop up in his light-brown locks, and his beard was at its usual three-day growth length.
“Not too shabby,” he thought while giving his chin a few strokes.
He looked around at the people milling about, stumbling, drinking, smoking, and chatting. On the makeshift dance floor, a few guys and girls were grinding against each other slowly and completely out of sync with the music.
He’d been watching Dana and Sara dance there before he’d had to make a trip to the bathroom. They’d been moving in perfect step with each other and the beat, hips swaying, their young bodies shaking, pressing against each other and then pulling back just a little. He’d even convinced himself that they’d both made eye contact with him while they were dancing.
“They were probably just looking around at the crowd,” he thought. “I wonder where they’ve gone though…”
Jack slipped past a slender woman talking loudly to a round man. She was leaning in closer with every word and it looked like she was either going to punch him or kiss him every other word.
The kitchen had the usual set of people. Junior philosophers pumped up on energy drinks and cheap liquor. A couple were even making out in the shadows of the short hall leading to the porch, certain that no one could see them, despite the fact that anyone who bothered to look could see every bit of them.
He noticed the girl’s elbow jostling around and then realized she was hard at work pumping the guy’s cock just inside his oversized black trench coat.
“Lucky bastard. Hope you give her a hand too when she’s done,” Jack thought.
Jack rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his own buzz start to fade, and wondered if he should start sobering up so he could head home or if he should drink more.
“It’s like… you can never be sure if you’re real or just a figment of your own imagination,” a guy with a goatee and tight pants said to another guy with a goatee and tighter pants.
“Naw… yeah… naw! I totally get what you mean, bro!”
Jack rolled his eyes a little and decided to check the living room, for more alcohol and for more interesting times than drunken philosophical ramblings. Not that he hadn’t engaged in more than his fair share, but that wasn’t why he’d come to the party this time.
The lights were dimmer in the living room and he had to blink a few times to adjust from the relative brightness of the kitchen before he could really make out more than a few blurry shapes.
In the center of the room, a circle of people were kneeling, slouching, sitting, and generally gathered around a brown glass bottle turned on its side. It was mostly girls with a few guys spread out at roughly equal distances. Furthest from him, Dana and Sara sat close to each other watching the bottle spin in ever-slowing circles.
Somehow, it managed to stop in the only space where no one was sitting. Everyone’s shoulder’s slumped a little and a loud chorus of awes filled the room before a man reached out and grabbed the bottle.
“I… I get to spin again, right? Mulligans?”
A few people nodded and he got ready to spin a second time. Jack decided it was a good chance to interrupt.
“Hey, are you guys playing spin-the-bottle? Can I join?” he asked.
“Sure,” Dana said, looking him up and down with a mischievous smile on her face.
She was slender, with short-cut black hair, a round face, and small, perky breasts. She could have been a model if she’d been taller. She always looked like she’d just made a joke but never bothered to tell anyone.
Sara smiled at him too and whispered into Dana’s ear. She was a little shorter and curvier, with that fullness that seemed to a natural part of every Latina girl Jack had ever met. Dana rolled her eyes and laughed a little before giving Sara a playful shove.
A few of the other girls giggled too, then slid over, making room for him just to the left of the man about to spin a second time. Not only did this give Jack a space in the circle, but it also managed to close up the gap that the bottle had landed on before.
With the sudden scraping of glass on wood, Jack’s attention was brought back to the bottle on the floor. The man who had landed on empty space before had respun the bottle and was smiling as he watched it spin.
“Have I ever played this before?” Jack wondered. “I thought it was just a game high schoolers played in movies.”
With a wobble and a little skittering, the bottle came to a stop, pointing at a tall blonde with large, soft breasts and somehow even softer looking lips. She was a beautiful woman, though her nose did seem a little too small for the rest of her. Jack was pretty sure she was one of Dana’s many roommates. Sara? Cindy? Something like that anyway.
It was hard remembering the shifting people passing through student housing.
They both stood up, smiling and blushing, but instead of kissing each other and getting back into the circle, like Jack had seen in all those late-night movies, they held hands and jogged up the stairs to some hidden place. Jack’s eyebrows knitted together and his half-drunk mind wrestled with what he’d just seen.
“Oh… Is… Is it like a combination of seven-minutes-in-heaven and spin-the-bottle?” he asked, watching couple ascend the steps and disappear.
He looked back to Dana who shrugged, smirked, and looked a little above his head. Then he looked at Sara, however, she simply winked and waved one of her delicate hands at the bottle.
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